Wrong turns.

Every turn in life, wrong.

The path, broken, brittle and full of shadows.

Every road taken, winding.

Every stop, short.

 

Come away still, my love.

Come away with me, wrong turns and all.

We’ll stumble and fall, run and hide.

Let’s make those mistakes anyway, my love.

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