(Want) only some time

the shoes are imprinted with the paved streets there is never enough time our eyes sparkle but the eyebags belied the many nights whiled away smiling at the stars new maps every night gazes change as the skies change we traverse different longitudes trees spill into trees there never was a need to distinguish our passports fading crumbling paths always leading to each other will we still be left with an identity?

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