Harboring

The Split Infinitives

The door was open, and the room vacant
With an emptiness that was perfectly stated

Leaving my head is in a cloud
And I'm starting to choke aloud

But from behind, I felt presses next to my ear
Spinning on my heel, who else should appear?

Our arms slowly clutch
The backs of the bodies they touch

This is everything
Worth harboring

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