Before this moment Mirriam and i crossed the sky

Before there were people

Before there became the Sky

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A mirror to fill a void

A glimmer

A Peace

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The how and why do not matter

The fabric worn as garmet before the thread was ever made

The way the vine spirals towards the idea

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and nothing can take that away from

all this, all of this riding the sky

a picture of you ever mine.