there's no end point
no perfect us
no finally there
there's only the road we're on
discovering, forgetting, rediscovering
following winding ocean pathways
scaling salty cliff walls
sinking into sand
taking glass elevators to top floors
revolving at night
lying still in darkness
running in light
sharing words, stealing glances
knowing without proof
you stained my glass heart
holy,
and i believe.
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