You're a door without a key, a field without a fence, you made a holy fool of me and I've thanked you ever since. If she comes circling back, we'd end where we'd begun, like two pennies on the train track, the train crushed into one. Or if I'm a crown without a king, if I'm a broken open seed. If I come without a thing, then I come with all I need. No boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head. The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead.

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Stop standing there by: Yanilavigne