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there's comfort in hearing the TV
mumble from the other room
huddling myself when the air is cool
or when I'm too scared to move
I need to be so connected with you
and never know what you do
if you shed but a single seed
I'm already feeding off it's roots
how do I harbor any healthy doubt
when my feelings reek of truth
worship under your sunny skies
and tie off a lonely noose