Shed them and things rush in
Like the subtle wave you watched grow in the distance
Or the night that crept in from the edges of the horizon
It was coming
But you pushed it to the corners of your mind
I have time
You hug and share tearful goodbyes with the setting sun.
You're knee deep in the water
Those gentle orbs clinging on to nostalgic sunlight is straining
Wading, wading, and wading
Waiting for the fall-down
My lies have been shed.
Washed away, with arms flailing
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