Oil Sinks into Your Pores

We would like to leave this place
Keep moving until something fits
Leave behind everything
The familiar
And wait for the morning
When everything is revealed
Known

We will still be here
Holding on by our fingertips
Swinging back with indecision
We will still be here
And I will tell you, here can be
Anywhere you want it to be

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