There is no rough draft.
No netting beneath the wobbling wire;
just the thoughts of a doppelganger
breathing on your shoulder.
Keep to the night with me
because it's not our choice who we love.
Angel chains in our remains,
looks like perfect circles from above.
I keep to the night with you
we are guardians,
we are the truth.
Stop me before I chase the baiting tide.
As long as there is you
and I am there crafting paper tigers
the whisper with you, come the night
is a sparrow flying higher.
I know you are here.
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