lying in the dim light
upon the whispering carpet
that asks me questions about
who I love
every new murmur
I don’t know the answers
I should
I’ve been spinning in circles
around my heart
and learning everything
so fast
what was already in my grasp
neglected
upon the whispering carpet
that asks me questions about
who I love
every new murmur
I don’t know the answers
I should
I’ve been spinning in circles
around my heart
and learning everything
so fast
what was already in my grasp
neglected


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