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Orange is for warmth
Aug. 23rd, 2009 08:49 amI see her all alone
She's crying in the street
Crying just across the street
From my front window.
I watch, as she shakes in sadness
And something from the storm
Snakes inside me
And touches my vein surrounded heart.
I see her looking at the door
She has just heard open in the night.
I look in her eyes and blink.
She doesn't look familiar, just dirty.
When I sit next to her
And invite her into warmth
She is silent as a lamb
Silent as my house, empty.
We agree to let her spend the night
She borrows my clothes
And she just nods,
Keeping that story in her eyes secret.
She's crying in the street
Crying just across the street
From my front window.
I watch, as she shakes in sadness
And something from the storm
Snakes inside me
And touches my vein surrounded heart.
I see her looking at the door
She has just heard open in the night.
I look in her eyes and blink.
She doesn't look familiar, just dirty.
When I sit next to her
And invite her into warmth
She is silent as a lamb
Silent as my house, empty.
We agree to let her spend the night
She borrows my clothes
And she just nods,
Keeping that story in her eyes secret.
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