this is how things are

You are what I’m not

Not what I want to be

A circle around the sun

To circumvent our minds

Our friends say it was magic

but we know the truth

it’s getting dark soon and I can’t see clearly anymore

We were in the north succumbing to the flirtatious sounds of the birds

only to realise it wasn’t the birds

we existed, only there, in the north

no one could see or hear us

playing hide and seek

i’d rather be weak

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