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needles couldn't stop the wind

i can almost reach out

and touch you

if i screamed your name

through the cool air

you could hear me

that's how close the pieces are fitting together

i am probably setting myself up

for yet another

dead end infatuation

it might be

that this is right

more clear than glass

you've always been

right there.

both of us

oblivious to our position

(or dispostion..?)

on the other side of the river,

i could be insanely wrong

making up connections in my head

when they're nothing but

mere coincidence

the strands of mystery

close in soon

then only

will right be revealed.