I like hiding behind poetry
In between the lines
In the corners of your memory
I fall asleep, on my lips the letter D
Reads between the lines
And dots the i carefully
I'm buried in poetry
Way too many lines
A heavy blanket over me
I die a little death, on my lips the letter D
Memorizes all my lines
And traces them carefully
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