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Deer-eyed we step out of the failing light |
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And heel by heel we take the hallway in our stride |
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And shed our clothes like torn-out paper lantern boats |
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And slink into the dark |
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Steadfast, the floorboards take our weight and moan |
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So we press back against a balustrade of bones |
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'til there is no breath left in the turning night |
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To ask our names and sigh |
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Breath left in the turning night to ask our names |
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Our skin is razing |
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Breathless in the turning night to ask our names |
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On the railing |
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Breathless in the turning night to ask our names |
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Our skin is braille and what it says is nothing but a sigh |
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