wake up in the sevens
(what) a strange last night
my thoughts furious in the thousands
tonight
come close to check
re read and re write.
(what) a strange last night.
you are a recluse (you always were)
i am a recluse (i always was)
you are a recluse (we always were)
primal, in fact we fall in love
(before)
plenty, i find
into walls, into walls
come on
and pretend we see this armor (before)
caustic, because i think i write with control.
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