.
In the open,
Sun alight and in flame
Makes us bare
And we suffer alone.
In the daylight,
Sun addresses our calm
Colours us black
And we shuffle our skin.
In the outdoors,
Your eyes are blinding mine
And sight is cold
As we suffer alone.
I once loved you
And you probably loved me
Out in the open,
In sun that desecrates.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
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In the open,
Sun alight and in flame
Makes us bare
And we suffer alone.
In the daylight,
Sun addresses our calm
Colours us black
And we shuffle our skin.
In the outdoors,
Your eyes are blinding mine
And sight is cold
As we suffer alone.
I once loved you
And you probably loved me
Out in the open,
In sun that desecrates.
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