I opened my eyes, last night and saw wewe in the low light
Walking down kwa the bay, on the shore
Staring up at the planes that aren’t there anymore
I was feeling the night,grow old and wewe were looking so cold
So like an introvert, I drew my over shirt
Around my arms and began to shiver violently
Before wewe happened to look and see the tunnels all around me
Running into the dark underground
All the subways around create a great sound
To my motion fatigue, farewell
With your ear to a seashell
You can hear the waves in underwater caves
As if wewe actually were inside the Saltwater Room
Time together...
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