as i lean in the doorway on an almost autumn nightlistening to crickets telling their usual lies
i’m married to the doorframebecause my last dependable lover is
listening to crickets telling their usual liesi grow hungry for more
because my last dependable lover is
servant to the starsi grow hungry for morereality is
servant to the starsand i’m starving for touchreality isi’m married to the doorframe
and i’m starving for touchas i lean in the doorway on an almost autumn night
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