flannel sheets by the
cold blue window
and feel at home in
the silent serenity
of your love
tonight i am sick and i
am overdosed on affection
but those foggy nights
of wood pipes and
pretty eyes, they haunt
my delusions
you are normalcy and comfort
simplicity, clarity, the love
which never changes
you are a bookcase
and i am a little girl
standing in front of it.
am overdosed on affection
but those foggy nights
of wood pipes and
pretty eyes, they haunt
my delusions
you are normalcy and comfort
simplicity, clarity, the love
which never changes
you are a bookcase
and i am a little girl
standing in front of it.
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