Crowd

I see faces like yours; figured and familiar. I have feelings that lay on a shore where the sea is linear. Where there is ice that doesn't melt into water and heat isn't what it lacks. So darling, when I lose my mind in the crowd, I ask you to bring it back. 

If you find me in my comfort zone, comfort me. There is misbelonging that clings to my bones; it's under me. I've heard stories of people who dress up in costumes and go in circles; of people finding power in their unity and performing miracles. But all these stories, they brought me one thing: Monogamy. I am so lonely, and this land holds me. There is misbelonging that clings to my bones; it's under me.

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