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something stumbles upon you

while laying in a field

hundreds of miles from home

in the middle of the night

and seems to understand

why you would be laying there

staring up at an eternal nothing of stars

because just maybe the feeling is mutual.

something stumbles upon you

while standing on a riverbank

hundreds of miles from home

in the middle of the night

and doesn't understand

why you would be standing there

staring down at the eternal nothing of your reflection

and to their surprise you fall

hard on your face in the water

before they can push you from behind

because just maybe the feeling is mutual

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