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[keepgiggling]

Your scent creeps through
Putting the tired synapses to bed
Calming the sharp tide with its lullaby
Then it carefully snaps every bow I had tied
It pops all the bubbles that started to fly
It soothes me in a way
That's not allowed on this street
The people, they gasp, shake their heads in dismay
Their assumptions steal my focus
Making theirs ever more clear
It's a one way here and the dead end awaits
All I can think of to do is stare ahead
Wait for the end to bring me to new
Or maybe I could turn around
And run back to you