Swimming Nails.

Distance from the enemy, but are you sure it wasn’t me who swam into your arms that night?
Nevermind, I’ve mistaken your head for your heart
Nail after tooth, tooth after bolt

You needed to run

I needed to walk

But I disguised talks as miles closer to the sun
I am the moon, waiting to be kissed by your fairy dust

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