Central Order

I was lost and seeking help,
You were also wandering;
Money was a memory,
Rivers made for laundering —

In the canyon of remorse,
Where the echo’s flawless,
Down the train track of regret,
We found hope and solace

In each other’s company.
Some deterred — we weren’t —
Swimming in the tide of time
Slam against

The current

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