'Our Love Is Like A Wire'
Northern winter
Rucks the days
And sends these feathered selves away
Down there to
An orange bearing weather
Where our wits have lost their tether
In an old age
But our love
It was just like a wire
It was invisible to them all
It was climbing up the walls
And full of wonder
Our love
It was just like a wire
It was full of light
And full of fire
Our skin is tight
It's like the wind
And something dark is creeping in
What was electric,
Now is gilded
What was alive
Is now embedded in old age

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