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There's always a river
in the places
we call our own.
You must have
noticed by now.

But the river's never
what our oaths
want it to be.
And the signposts
don't lie.

You offered your
vulnerable hip.
But now I suddenly
have to look away.

The road's nothing but
glass and pebbles,
just like our river
and the wind strains
each step.
What a frail system.



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Writer(s): Leonardo Mirenda
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