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| Artwork by Erraenah Bara |
Turn down the light
A little too loud
I need not the fright
Nor the agonizing anticipation
To possess my head
That a constant palpitation
Whenever I’m by you
Nearly gets my nerve
I am a free soul too
Let’s drive on to the floor
Hand in hand, in every curve
There are songs to flow
I went far through the walls
My pen swinging on my belt
Shuttered the world into my notes
Filled my lungs with dusts and music
To breathe your flame, to break your faults
Till perplexion fitted my moving
My muse, my haven
The nights have gotten out of my reach
Without a word
My soul stretches just an inch
After every dream
I have of you.
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