Booked Again

Sacrifice, it seems
brings me closer
to our first unity

I’m weary of the trip,
struggle to see ahead;
care too much now

Days turn over quickly
white clouds scream a
flooded brass compass

I saw myself in a dream,
projected what’s to come

Lets hope it true

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