A fondness grown out of displacement
Ephemeral appeal as we keep our distance
You would hold no place for me
If you held a place inside my head
I will be found in a room
whilst swooning over space
And under the heavens
I will be found holding all the stars
Stars do not glow
they only know a Glow
Our hands like roots
whilst running through the sidewalks
They will do all they can
to keep us from growing together
Would you hold a place for me
if I let you inside my head?
Do not let our hands grow asunder
Please, do not let our hands grow asunder
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