In the Quiet Moonlight

I once saved a girl on Downing Street in the middle of the night

She was walking alone, but only according to her

quickly forgetting who she was and drowning in the quiet moonlight

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Her dress, covered in grass stains and flowers, was an off colored white

And you could see her mind bending through time and falling stars

I once saved a girl on Downing Street in the middle of the night

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I could feel her heat escaping her sternum like she was in a silent fight

Cold and ragged stones burying themselves into her soles

quickly forgetting who she was and drowning in the quiet moonlight

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I opened her eyes slowly even though I knew something wasn’t right

but couldn’t decide if her fall was from drifted identity or superfluous pain

I once saved a girl on Downing Street in the middle of the night

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Her thumbs hardened, thoughts formidable, and blurred eyesight

Taking a breath in between every other incessant scroll

quickly forgetting who she was and drowning in the quiet moonlight

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The stones softened as I whispered this is not your last fight

And then I saw her strength rising up from 4,094 ancestors

I once saved a girl on Downing Street in the middle of the night

quickly forgetting who she was and drowning in the quiet moonlight