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The Weightless Hour
We drift through hours like wind through lace, No clocks, no questions—just skin, just breath. The world forgets its need to chase, And in your arms, I unlearn death.
No clocks, no questions—just skin, just breath. The sheets unfold into a weightless sky. And in your arms, I unlearn death, Where even silence doesn't ask why.
The sheets unfold into a weightless sky, Where thought dissolves before it finds a name. Where even silence doesn't ask why, We float beneath the ceiling's frame.
Where thought dissolves before it finds name, The world forgets its need to chase. We float beneath the ceiling's frame— We drift through hours like wind through lace.
— Lilith