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In an endless sea of colorful soul
Cowers my own, my confinement takes whole
Pierced by discomfort, and wrought from the day
A friendly voice from afar is where I hide away

Separated by time, we leave behind thoughts
Like trails of breadcrumbs in a forest that rots
For each day wasted, opportunity vacant
Our sober hearts know every moment is sacred

Although days pass, and challenges mount
Our love for each other is increasingly count
We reach through space, again greet each other
For four hundred and eighty five days, we have been lovers