somewhere only we know

rather stay

maybe forever


those precious faces

among lights of changing brigades


blurry images appears

wide and clear

…and you think I can’t dance.


slight chance reflects

nor here, or there


steps taken

and oh, how the hell tomorrow comes

…you hold me


and let me lay down


causes deflects

those little hands wonders

rather to keep them


take notice

I’m letting go

…somewhere only we know.

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