The hot steam burning the back of my ears,
Silence echoing in the hall of sweat.
Eye contact? An unsurity in each,
You can't look down
But look up and you betray your awkwardity.
Close your eyes and let the ground drown,
In the sea of men.
Silence echoing in the hall of sweat.
Eye contact? An unsurity in each,
You can't look down
But look up and you betray your awkwardity.
Close your eyes and let the ground drown,
In the sea of men.
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