Trust

This life is a toothpick castle

crafted delicately and closely

for hours and days on end

for the only purpose

of finding a windless

day.

This love is a boat on fire

sailing closer and closer to cliffs

that cannot be scaled and

I know that I’m still dry

and that you’ll show me the

way.

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