Are waiting somewhere
On an island
For someone that I
Imagine isn't me so
I reversed my words
And collected the twilight pigment from
The sky, and doused the days before
Today, with it
If there are any memories seeping through
I draw my dreams around them and
Make myself confused
I saw you in a card once
You were a gift from God
Once
And I am the one without faith
Who prayed for you
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