Do the voices inside
Eat away at you when you
Think of me like the leaves change
Do your feelings rearrange
Do you remember the first kiss
A kind of arousal in the sheets
Like the texture of the bed
Was somehow different without me in it
Did we milk it for all it was worth?
Trapped in the traffic of my mind
The chthonian spirits shake
My base root living daydreams in red
What a vision to be held
Cleaning out the shed
Playing house build the fort
To sleep in panels made out of fabric
We ask for light we want to
Live out here all night
Building the house of our dreams
Making dinner on a cardboard box
Covered in terry cloth towels
Bound to fall apart in candlelight
A simpler time no doubt
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Poétique 