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Fold your arms around me
I promise not to bite
Your touch, it thrills me
And in your eyes
I am home
But you remain strange
Locked inside your gate
Holding the key
Watching me
Dancing in traffic
Unable to cross the street
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Sometimes my muse works odd hours. This rather impulsive piece popped out during my lunchhour.
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sounds like someone unwilling to commit
not you -- the one behind the gate
not you -- the one behind the gate