Wednesday, 12 March 2025

Vee

My eyes try to fix a place, where we just carry on, and no one feels unsafe, who cares about the bones, arranged like Babylon, hung above the river zones, when he sees my face, running lines of alcohol, makes it all sudden plain, a time to stay alone, a wolf howl at the moon, don't want him around, maybe I'll take a train, find someone else to love, glide across the lake, who knows how it’ll go, a slew of broken bonds, laid heavy as stone, how do you kindle flame, with eyes to face beyond, can we ever really say, where we come from?

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