Seeking charms I could never make out

You fill my shoes with stones

Now you're a ghost color

It was touching to see
the holes for your eyes

My face caught in a puddle

as wide as your arms

If only I could keep you

Pin your colors to my bones
We wouldn't feel so all alone

At night

You sew the sky to your head

So only the moon can find you

 

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