With pain, running the same can be all that we name.
You wave, concave.
You light it up all on your own.
I'm a crack in your flooded boat.
All you have is my broken oar.
May they call you only.
I might stumble.
Won't you wait for me?
The day I see you run beyond me I might stumble.
Won't you wait for me?
This sight, your daylight is all I want to know.
Sate me and drink the sea.
In foolish binding don't believe in ghosts of hope.
Tied tightly I'll drown soon with you.
Deep dark home.
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