But I can't see them.
There's no truth
Among the fire
Clarity scattered
Shuffled by a master
I don't remember the order.
And I'm left
Playing 52 card mix up
A different place
A better time.
Our names are etched in bark.
Now only yours
Hastily scratched into
Bedposts and hearts.
On your trail leading right through mine.
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