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Jun 2017
you're not the sea
i'm not the shore
we meet just once
not always sure

you're not a branch
i'm not a tree
i break at times
you are not with me

i know this time
at last we're strings
we may be broken
we still though sing
the highest hope
we think would bring
us close to someone
and be something
matthieu
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matthieu  silent hill, penn
(silent hill, penn)   
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