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Stowaway
Crawl to see, feel the room
To nest among your blues
Limbs adapting to the groove
Tonight I feel out of place
We bide and hibernate
A stowaway on their train
Crazed, eyes like the moon
Half dark, half aloof
Who is trapped, me or you?
Your pupils grow real close
Close enough to know what you are
Are all these secrets that you keep
Worth losing yourself intimately?
I hate this part the most
The blade is never fine enough
Are all these secrets that you keep
Worth losing me all the same?
To nest among your blues
Limbs adapting to the groove
Tonight I feel out of place
We bide and hibernate
A stowaway on their train
Crazed, eyes like the moon
Half dark, half aloof
Who is trapped, me or you?
Your pupils grow real close
Close enough to know what you are
Are all these secrets that you keep
Worth losing yourself intimately?
I hate this part the most
The blade is never fine enough
Are all these secrets that you keep
Worth losing me all the same?
Published 2nd Jan 2023
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