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Saturday, February 7, 2015

We Don't Need to Come Out of the Woods

In a crowd of people
You dip your head
In the wilderness
We sing instead

In the midst of it all
We whisper shy
In the muffled woods
We dance all night

In the crowded room
You hold my hand
Out here, we're flying
We will never land

In bustling cities
You avert your eyes
Among leaves and trees
You hush my cries

In heavy hallways
We cling to each other
But here and now
With kisses I'll smother

In a crowd of people
You sigh and dread
Inside the woods
We fall in love instead