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The twisting, meandering paths we used to follow
through the forest, plains and mountains of both our minds
now overgrown,
and hard to push through -
I want to walk with you again,
someday.

Written by someone.

Sewer Walking

You and me, we used to talk
Like a river underground,
the sewer where we used to walk.
The hole at the end empties out to the pier
Where paper boats disappear

Me, I try to send this note,
Float it like a paper boat,
But paper sinks and words are weak.
I try, but I don't speak.

Join together in the silent snow
Turn our faces up to see
Not endless night, but day
A pier
And you and me, talking.