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please don't tell

i sit crosslegged on the floor
your face splits into three
i hear that you speak
i see your mouths moving
yet no sense of it i can make
the world is a huge mixing bowl
and someone is shaking it up
in the shower a symphony blooms
as the blood runs down the drain
again your voice is singing to me
as flowers drop as rain
a dance naked in the moonlight
till i hear them calling your name
come home, come home
your family is calling you
swimming through the rapids
currents pulling you under
carried far away
please, don't leave me
i'm transplanted in the wrong environment
i don't know the game
the hounds will find me
did you tell them my name?

Moonstrom



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