Written for the only Love I've ever had
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Beneath Their Snow
Yes, I should be asleep, I know
I cannot seem to will myselfYes, I should be asleep, I know
Beneath the sheets of all this snow
Though I perspire, I'll never tell
They gaze us down through spectacles
So shrouded; How could they not know
Inadequate receptacles
Do they appoint to be their trough
Unknowingly they perforate
What they believe to grip and hold
Through leakages reverberate
Their confidence; their self-dug shoals
And shall I spare them but a sigh,
These thieves exposed beneath the sun?
Their shifting eyes at once belie:
They do not know what has begun
Yes, I should be asleep, I know
But they amuse me far too much
Beneath the sheets of all their snow
You lie with me, unharmed, untouched
