08/27/2020
And when fate decides for end to come
I’ll be here sailing through once upons
Making wishes with all my heart
Until they reach the seventh star
For no stormy skies can stop my soul
From seeking for what will make it whole
And so each night I dream awake
Folding papers into cranes
…999, 1000.
“Come home.”
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