Red dresses and shoelaces
The memories I long to remember.
Standing at the window
Staring down on the night, on you.
The dark shape of the wolf follows
I cannot escape
Behind every shadow it runs
Inside the empty room, it lingers.
Hidden from sight by the open world.
And then a new place,
The memories I long to remember.
Standing at the window
Staring down on the night, on you.
The dark shape of the wolf follows
I cannot escape
Behind every shadow it runs
Inside the empty room, it lingers.
Hidden from sight by the open world.
And then a new place,
The wolf forgotten;
The fox remembered.
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