Everyone's queenside from where I stand. But I don't stand with them. I'm at your side, and so I share your view. We are looking at the same sky, the same horizon, the same birds taking flight--even if we use different words to describe them. I hold your hand, even when I cover my face to cry. I need you to hold back, even when you're walking away. Then I'll know you're only going so far, and I can wait.
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