Love, Everyone
Dear You,
Who is it you really are,
Who has left me this deep scar?
What has such a repertoire,
What can lead like the north star?
When was the course ever par,
When have things been so bizarre?
Where am I on your radar,
Where can I go that's not far?
Why can we create such a rhythm,
And at the last moment toss it out the window?
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