Darling miracle of mine,
Are you nestled safe on level nine?
I knew there was a storm brewing
When 1 became 2
call it instinct, She will always know
Do you resemble the North face
where rivers amass with no seas?
Or do you take after the pearl
Surrounded by aquamarine
Baby I will never know
Call me ill-fated surely,
To never hold you close
or get lost in your smile
But darling
Please forgive me,
Choices I had none
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