Scraps #4

You were a sea

But I was afraid of how the tides might change

So I never went in

And instead lay on the sand and thought about swimming

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Let’s roll the stone, shed the lichen

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I asked you to love me and my voice kept shaking

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A thousand lies of twice spun glass

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Ivory teeth, crocodile set

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I spent all my time in the search for the magical maybe

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“Flee”, they cried, as they pushed me forward

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I lay next to you, skin to skin, and waited for you to guess my real name

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