| Transport me and quarantine
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| This feeling that is seldom scene
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| I’m curious and fevers peaked
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| Delirious with this mystique
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| Soaked in a blanket’s warm
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| Ember glow
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| Freer now than I’ve ever know
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| I dance the fire with a crazy glaze
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| And juxtapose to coin this haze
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| Wolftrap and Fireflies
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| What does it mean?
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| Oh, the image sticks like glue to me
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| Is this to make some sense
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| Some evening
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| Quiet with a candle. |
| Cheat to bring them near
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| Oh, silent, I the hunter, til the answers clear
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| I tried hard to peg this feel
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| The catch proved much too big to reel
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| You blink, you miss and bliss is dead
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| Playing spotlight with my head
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| Pop up unannounced, take aim
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| Snap the traps (and start again)
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| Quill-dip and adjustaprose
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| Snap-shot record what image glows
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| I know their eyes follow me
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| Track my prints, encircle me
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| Taste. |
| Touch. |
| Smell. |
| Sight. |
| Sound
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| Eyes look up, ears to the ground
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| Soaked in a blanket’s warm ebb and flow
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| Freer now? |
| I just don’t know
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| Slate-gray sky meets musty green
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| Can you smell the mossy world machine?
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| Cunning and captured… free and endangered |