This will not rust
A map of the ocean, stone with no motion
It moves through hosts
A notch on your post
A note in your rhyme
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This will not rust
No noise in the static, no moment of panic
With dreams so clear
No centre nor here
A knot in your time
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This is your trust
Your map of my ocean, dreams of our motion
We move through years
No missteps no fears
Our centre of time
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