We and I

How many closets did we crawl into

How many midnights awakened

By an ever-fixed, screaming star

And I, another day older

No closer still, no more able

To take us away from the chaos

Carelessly strewn about the sky

We were forced to live under

But there we were

Closet door and mouths closed tight

Waiting for morning to come

And I, another day older

Stay

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