you read me

words in my shoes and rules

in my soul and how i roar when the middle

of the road is down the path and no stop in sight

bring me another night and how does the meanings

jump off in front of thee?

you story tell my thoughts and you story tell my feelings

and yet so much is left to the uncertain of a moment

that never established a pattern of content

bring me back to the newer tommorow and

next week our pages turn as a golden chapter

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