In your neck, I carve 5 trails
kiss my eye as you depart,
our map beneath my fingernails

you've left the shore, but I see your sail
illuminating rising tides when
in your neck, I carve 5 trails

I'll run from you until I'm stale,
blame coincidence for locking eyes (but
our map is beneath my fingernails)

Heavy trains have been derailed
spilt cargo needs delivery so
in your neck, I carve 5 trails

my feet click closer at your tail
racing toward such fleeting warmth with
our map beneath my fingernails

If you are a sword, then I was impailed,
left with a bleeding gash in your place.
In your neck, I carve 5 trails:
our map beneath my fingernails

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