A part of me you hold
Apart of me you stand
And there's parts that you had stole
Littering in the cupboards
Like some pieces of the puzzle
A nest just like a mother
The dampness of your sweater
It's never put together
As I watched you from the window
Behind the curtains you turned
Slowly as a teacher
Wrap around you tightly
This love is built in metal
Fall around in shadows
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