Divulge,
you are the right calendar year,
the right eyes in wires,
you sleep in a place, so far away;
with out me there, but from here I will look -
In the last leg of my conscience, I make my own fate,
I chose to live under the trees that you fall from,
so I can watch you stay here;
You can keep the world away,
and I will always defend you;
my battleground,
my way out from this city,
long torn from this state to find,
our state of mind that was once lost;
this is the story and you are my chapter;
knowledge provided need to know -
we sit in glancing battles without lies or need;
its these lips at war for the heart you know of,
for so long, I waited,
I hope to never lose again.
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