as the mystery
beside me
no matter how long
i ride with you
i can't understand
a thing
perhaps that's best
for to know you
like the back
of my hand
means i'd try to make
some spurious stand
and slink away
from the mess
i made
lather, rinse, repeat
this way
i'll never know
the price i'd pay
if i left the darkness
for what i think is day
and let your shadows
envelop me
like some lost letter
flying in the night
(sight)
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