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I ran wildly by the river
looking for you
I remember hearing that love was a choice
sometimes lies taste like sugar cane baby
but

I didn't see it coming.
I didn't see you going.

By the river
southern gospel hymns came and
I got baptized for the third time
I did it myself
Gave in to the resurrection
fully accepted that you died in
my arms the day your mother died away from yours

there was nothing I could do to stop that force
 

except get out of its way