When I walk in the door and decide where to go,
I wonder which version of you I will find—
It may be the one with your hands like a cup
Or I may have to find where you’ve wrapped yourself up
So securely, I can’t even feel you.
Or maybe it’s me who becomes different things
When I leave all my shadows behind
To dance out of sight to the music
That hangs in the hallways of your mind.
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