Hour Twelve

So glad you are here
– The hideout of my life,
still waiting on the day

Not sure what you did
– The hideout of my world,
a little sad

The night we would have
– The hideout, the dawn light,
the night is the only way

And in that world there would be two suns, setting in two-step.

NB: Written ad lib using predictive text on my iPhone and then edited for a semblance of sense.

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