Wrapped in each other’s arms
Our small steps lead the way
To where stars rest their tips
In our late night hearts
Your jacket was too big for me
The sleeves hung around my knuckles
I could feel the air’s fingers
Sliding throughout my hair
The five of us blended as one
Our dark figures lurking through the gate
Low voice laughter’s echoed in my ears
We mustn’t wake the neighborhood
Our heads were being pulled by the moon
We stared upward at our destination
The two boys lay lowered under our feet
Raising us to our hidden freedom
To where stars rest their tips
In our late night hearts
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