Offerings
You offered me nothing new
You didn't have a trace of gold in your sandals
You merely came to my four walls
but we became confused
about the things we couldn't heal
Steve McQueen and Patricia Neal
came a jolting
All our yesterdays awoken
Paddling down the stream
did we care anymore
Changes the preordained way
Apologizing if i stayed too long
waiting outside
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