Pretty in pink, pink is without and I'm with
or without you, with and without you
you standing pink in the evening sun,in the
waterfall
we're alone, together
separated only by hesitations veil of
sparkling water
making one thirsty
making one go for two
twigs on the tree of life
I am shattered
but at last enthusiam
relieves us of my words
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