Two Months to Moscow

Emphasising dreams, lacking
Consciousness, we embarked on this train,
With nothing but our souls.
Amber in your eyes breaking the thin ice,
placed between us.
Walking down the aisle meeting new profiles.
We do our circle big.
A variety of thoughts.
Some open the door, and they decide to jump, giving us their times.
Come, up to me, we will be the last to jump before the bump.
Stay, over me, we will scratch and melt our skins without the rum.



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