It’s the magic hour, time to make a wish
On all the birds with broken wings
Soul-less angels with sad eyes, torn butterflies
The violence that can’t contain itself
When he offers to turn me back over
It’s too late
We’re already coursing down this track
A calculated risk
My arms wedged between us
A fence by any other name
Even though I lose myself in those eyes
And his hands feel like home to me
He holds me close to his chest until the distance between us dissolves
My defenses
Reservations
Reasons
Fear
And this feels like a fight I can win again
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