Sunglasses
Ghost Arms
I won't tell your face.
That I want you in your place.
It's something you don't know.
Your sunglasses. Your bones.
Tell me what you find
In my pockets, in my mind.
It's something I don't know.
My sunglasses. My bones.
You don't know. I don't hope.
You don't hope. I don't know.
And you don't mind.
You don't mind what they say.
You want to stay, but you won't.
I'm blue as you are white.
In the dark or in the light.
It's something we don't know.
Our sunglasses. Our bones.
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