Philosophical.
Philosophically disturbed.
The girl lies sleeping,
one hand over her eyes.
In the darkness
we are equals,
monsters,
lovers.
In the darkness
we are one,
hands grasping
and hearts pounding.
I lie awake wondering
just what you think of me,
I lie sleeping,
one hand over my eyes.
Philosophically disturbed.
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