The Conversation
Nation of Language
Lay me down
But it feels like a fall
Wonder why I want it at all
I find something in the quiet way
You walk, not touching the floor
I deny something is wrong
Meanwhile
The ocean underneath my skin
Whispers there's no way to begin
I cannot describe the feeling watching you
Fade, washing away
Tell me now if something is wrong
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