Do you think this is a fateful joy?
A mocking bird singing in the corner of the eye?
A grasp on the sky, before we leave sins for our young children behind?
Trace my skin and pray thy name because this is just a fair trade
place you lips under my pillow and wish for the night
something that might never happen
but something that we could sing in the deep of forest
in the plain sight of this desert
that now, embraces me.
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