When Lines Are Curved

Where'd you hide
When September has done its course
Between the naked trees in the forest?
Beyond the secrets of our land?

I might run in circles for yards
I might give my body to the Fangs

Where'd you take your hollow chest
When nights are cold
When Lines are Curved

I might run in circles for yards
I might give my body to the Fangs
Or I might just leave the branch



Credits
Writer(s): William Lilla
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