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I did my best
won't you rest on that?

whatever you feel seems strong
whatever I said, was wrong

You picked the direction
I tried but couldn't follow you

trying to grasp the fragmented pieces
inside of a tornado

I couldn't see the lines
so I could read between them

I left myself open to the possibility
But, it was never explained to me

For all I know we'll start a war of poetry
Or Not

Bundling the little ones in bed
Sighing and resting my head

I've been to Tiffany's many times
Each visit was so sublime

I'll send you pictures
If we become friends sometime