moving through the unavoidable tears
we end up at a party surrounded by wonderful balloons
the table is set and all we have to do is enjoy
not go down the back stairs to the sticky payphone
and ask to get picked up and dragged back into the night
that will never be knowable and ever end
thus i steady on the path
not cocky nor afraid but my eyes to here
in the room looking at you smiling
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