this hymn,
you see,
it just won't stop,
no matter when
you're far up north,
and i'm down south.

this silence,
baby,
is not for nothing,
it feels like gambling,
can't be anymore exciting,
than to just see
what the tide might bring.

perhaps room is what you need,
at least that's how i read it.
or call me stupid,
for tardily pursuing my bid.

i do admit,
it feels like i'm losing grip,
which i never had,
though i don't feel so bad,
for such an exquisite scenery,
it's always worthy
to be silly.

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