Listen to me...
I'm the last song,
Your rain played to you tonight...
And listen close,
For I'm conspiring
With your surreptitious Dawn...
She tells me,
You hide your dreams
Underneath your pillow...
And pretend
Those faceless whispers
Stole them away
Ensnared in feathers...
But the owl at your window
Is no secretkeeper, Love...
You owe him his devotion,
He has eaten your vermin...
And all you gave back,
Was a chilly October night...
Nothing goes unaccounted for...
They are all watching,
As I chuckle here
At your plight...
In pity...
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