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I held your hand and waited for the dawn,
Cold moon, its light, the now approaching train;
Our fingers mix, warm skin the words whereon
I wrote my secrets, the unseeing stain.

Is this the truth? Or is the truth redrawn?
The moon's light flickers and begins to wane.
A distant roar, the train has come and gone—
My lips meet yours, the day will come again.

Survival strategies, I'll keep you safe.
This wheel of fortune spinning us around;
I'll take the punishments the gods ordained
And bury useless feelings underground.
My only wish, your heartbeat now regained,
This victory the only battleground.