we woke up on the edge of the city
from here you can count the cars,
touch the stars that reach to light the night
there’s a low static hum as tyres press to proceed
they carry you home,
here we are only ever a place between
where others travel
strangers passing strangers, lives unravel,
I am one of one hundred thousand men
merely an echo heard over and over again
and then disbanding, alone I am standing,
we are no different
the person sleeping inside of you,
sleeps inside of me
clawing at the walls,
waiting to be free.
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