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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