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She folded me up like origami, turning something used into something beautiful
And smoothing out the creases of my geometric heart she kissed goodbye the girl she called art.
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Adrift! A little boat adrift!
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?

So Sailors say—on yesterday—
Just as the dusk was brown
One little boat gave up its strife
And gurgled down and down.

So angels say—on yesterday—
Just as the dawn was red
One little boat—o’erspent with gales—
Retrimmed its masts—redecked its sails—
And shot—exultant on!
Feet,
Wherever thou goest today,
Whether it's near
Or far away,

This I'll say
For this I know,
Whither thou goest
I will go,

This I beseech thee
This I pray,
Whither thou goest
Don't leave me astray.
Hold her.

Hold her like she's the wind
Never letting go

Hold her like she's the sand
Rough, and ever so

Hold her like she's fire
Sacred and forever

Hold her like she's desire
Long after a funeral pyre

Hold her like she's a breath
The last fore your death

Hold her like she's the one
Meaning to come, and never to run


Hold her. Like You love her.

Love her. Like You do.

— The End —