Walking down the same path at different times Different speeds You look at the north I'm looking at the south As we walk together The path gets too narrow Stepping off Into the tall, luming weeds You look behind you I look at you- Try to catch your eyes But you look through me Trying to see the past in me- I haven't eaten in three weeks I'm not ready To be a medium.Birth sign: Gemini
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