Sometimes I estimate
the strangers' blood in my veins
Behavior & your race
Your age, size, sex & faith
Who are you?
& therefore, who am I?
No need to speak
It seems we're of the same type
I like to speculate she lived up to her name
Records ain't the same
I'd like to feel those names in my veins
How did she feel?
What was all that like?
I'd really like to see but it seems we had our time
Retake the wheel in a familiar case & learn to steer it right
Staying the course on a creaky vessel
Cast diversions aside
We exaggerate the loves we lost on the way
Missing less each day, the pain, smell, touch & taste
The times that we had seems like they were fine
The saying isn't true
Absences & hearts go fine
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