Bright eyes in the bark,
licked lips behind leaves,
my shadow trails after me,
with another’s tail,
and I follow the trail,
always back at the blinking bark and ravenous leaves.
The night is alive,
and it knows that I am too,
for now.
Bright eyes in the bark,
licked lips behind leaves,
my shadow trails after me,
with another’s tail,
and I follow the trail,
always back at the blinking bark and ravenous leaves.
The night is alive,
and it knows that I am too,
for now.
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