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Aug 2020
I make love laugh
And
Sickness
Sad

Push e
And I'm here
Outside yourself with you though

That the last fear
Was a hidden

Sea
of
See's

That are
With me
With me
With

Me

Through the tolling rake

As long as you don't care as much about me
As I do about

You.

And still,

We Search, with or without you.

Always with you.
Written by
Mitchell
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