my thoughts follow a pattern
I can't yet reverse
I try to be present in every moment
but sometimes my thoughts fly
and I dont know how to take them back
I dont know why they follow you in another part of the country
close to where real poetry was born
they follow you as they don't listen to reason
I don't know why your presence is so next to my heart yet.
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