Jagged friend, we are broken the same
But it looks so different on you. So different on me
Your life story for mine. No contest.
Gasping for the same air, breathing it safe all colors
We walk a path across the same floor
Me backwards, you holding me. They call it dancing
Would you like to know how I know you?
We have been human through sleep and youth and forgetting
We come with pockets bulging with words
How will we empty them this side of death? We talk on
Oh look, we are bread crumbs on the path
Here come the birds. Relax, my friend. Nothing to be done
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