you can be lost and directions
will fly out of a stranger’s mouth
you can stumble and a
hundred arms will reach for you
you can say the wrong thing and
everyone will hold you harmless
you can cry and many will catch
your tears and cry too
when love is a habit
you find gifts on the trails
of misfortune because of all
you’ve handed out to others
isn’t that the way it should be?
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