I want to sing, and someone to listen.

To the chants of the broken moon.

I want to listen, and someone to talk.

About the crows hovering all over the place.

I want to talk, and someone to ask.

About the meaning of a heartbeat.

I want to ask, and someone to understand.

The searching for lost fragments.

I want to understand, and someone to write.

The letters of my melting sun.

I want to write, and someone to read.

The message of bleeding feels.

I want to read, and someone to joke.

Over the silly plays.

I want to joke, and someone to laugh.

At the old music and smiling scars.

Take me home, find me a place I belong to.

Plant me somewhere to give and take.

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