BLURRY DAYS

blurry days

this whole time

it's a whole time


to feel you reaching across this shallow water for me

a place hidden just for me

just for us, you're saying

i let these vines grow so i would find you here

so that you would be found by me


hold on, ophelia

the water's frozen, too late to drown.


he's just a mirage, you see.

a shifting shadow

you won't even remember him in the light

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