near the east waverly hills your hair pinned back in previous lives we were frozen sticks but these aren t so rigid i throw off my coat to feel this january air they wrote a book for the two of us to read our books on the darkest light before a darker night we slip underwater the bridge disappears the deer hunt is in the frigid air somewhere around here there are witches somewhere around here there are witches somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here somewhere around here1