Your Knees Are Trees

It gets late so early now
The twilight of life both behind and to come
An empty sky, a parachute to help us fly
Eyes closed, loosely gripping the safety rope

It gets late so early now
Fragments of function that no longer get passed down
To make sense of it is not to understand
The loveless warmth of a stranger's arms



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Zemtseff
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