Moon
Candle glow at midnight
The hatch is locked
A scrambling splutter
As I reach for the key of circles and bolts and lines
But just as before
The circle ends
Four corners behind
And I'm scrambling again for another key
I plead the glow as I–
Well, do I cherish my existence once more?
Foot taps to the humming
Blood rushing under my skin
I'm thrown to the couch
A corner, I curb
Did I feel the end? Was there an end in sight?
My head tilts, and I
Can't quite seem to keep the colours
Steady in my mind
For better or worse, I do mind
Do I love?
I don't love, I don't love, I don't love
I don't love. I do love. I don't love. I do love.
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