They sit quietly in a circle,
as the time ticks agrily,
echoing it's frustration up the stairwell,
Climbing each of the floorboards with a
Stomp, a Crash, a nudge in the arm
to tell everyone of us to speak what's on our minds.
But we sit silently in a circle,
Completely ignoring how everyone else is,
the third one lays back and begins to sing
a song about stars.
pointing out a constellation or two,
she drifts all our attentions to her.
Enjoying every moment of it...
but she forgets her affection for the moon.
I go to remind her how lonely it must be...
But everyone sits silently in this circle.
I don't want to kill this.
We listen to the third ones song.
The one that we all fell in love with.
If i ever get out of here,
She's coming with me.
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