i hide my true colors under the generous moon
we bathe in the same light
but we’re not the same
nowhere near
you are playing the part
near the end, before we begin,
we walk in silence
our arms swinging, hands grazing, sometimes
your tongue is a feather that tickles my thoughts
i’m bound as your trestle
my stomach is knots
let’s learn a new language
let’s touch a new life
there is no i in we
we just bathe in the same light
M.
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