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Bashful
Hiding in the shadow
Of the fog sleeping in the glass
Alone and exposed
No one sees my songs
No one hears my tears
Shower curtains, don’t let me in
Don’t let them touch my skin
I’ll wash the wounds away
Behind the curtains
Under the doors
Away from such a lampshade life
My shadow’s rubbing off
Like the powder in the deep night sky
She slipped into my dreams
From my quote-unquote reality
Why, oh, why, only her?
