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WHITE
WHITE
The first night you slept on my chest
the first night i can't leave
Like a garden gate open,
the first time I entered, I don't know how.
You are the first, maybe not the last
You are white, probably from my walls.
You're white, unchained
Only white, you can go out.
With white chalk, I draw your outline,
white, you were and always will be.
White, the memory fades,
I remember the only white swan.
You are the first, maybe not the last
You are white, probably from my walls.
You're white, unchained
Only white, you can go out.
The first night you slept on my chest
the first night i can't leave
Like a garden gate open,
the first time I entered, I don't know how.
You are the first, maybe not the last
You are white, probably from my walls.
You're white, unchained
Only white, you can go out.
With white chalk, I draw your outline,
white, you were and always will be.
White, the memory fades,
I remember the only white swan.
You are the first, maybe not the last
You are white, probably from my walls.
You're white, unchained
Only white, you can go out.
Published 20th Sep 2023
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