from bed, running late

wandering into the forest floor closing the sunrise a last horrifying door that left in store a song and lore i wish you were still hear to carry the umbrella when clouds shift right a wishful beginning to finding new sight and good night came easy to your lips when the door locked where was it you went with your mummified flock to forget the room where we breathed in rhythm i never touched him that’s all you say as i quiver and shake without understanding you were making the same mistake connected by fate years apart on a spinning wheel is where we start

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