Shortening pencils, lengthening the night -
I scrawl your name like I'm freeing a kite.
I close my eyes and am born in yours -
the tattered clouds conjure a light.
You graze a gaze on the fields of my face -
I loaf a grain in your delight.
Withered straws, we bloom new selves
when walked upon by the other's sight.
We, who never own that we own,
are inflamed tides that shores blight.
Shortening pencils, lengthening the night -
I scrawl your name like I'm freeing a kite.
I scrawl your name like I'm freeing a kite.
I close my eyes and am born in yours -
the tattered clouds conjure a light.
You graze a gaze on the fields of my face -
I loaf a grain in your delight.
Withered straws, we bloom new selves
when walked upon by the other's sight.
We, who never own that we own,
are inflamed tides that shores blight.
Shortening pencils, lengthening the night -
I scrawl your name like I'm freeing a kite.
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