as i lean in the doorway on an almost autumn night
listening to crickets telling their usual liesi’m married to the doorframe because my last dependable lover is
listening to crickets telling their usual lies
i grow hungry for more
servant to the stars i grow hungry for more reality is
servant to the stars and i’m starving for touch reality is i’m married to the doorframe
and i’m starving for touch as i lean in the doorway on an almost autumn night
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