We spent thirteen years in Timbuktu
Watching the sun set impromptu
Listening to bells tolling for whom..
Silence hiding hind the trees
Us running barefoot in forest with ease
Filling our lungs with ocean breeze
Running like quasars catching geese
Shading our only lonely needs
We didn't want to die alone
In indifferent echoes of our own
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