Anticipating going out their alone
Bad faith like a jack-o-lantern in the night
And when it gets down to the wire
I bet the entire room will burst
Leaving dust to dissipate
I bet you’ll vanish leaving me further out
Lights go down
The day comes around
I thought I had experience
Traces of suns
And
Rains
In my veins
Thunder and lightning breaking out their above the hay
I thought I was growing older but like a child I could die today
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