17/10/2019
Quietly the door clicked shut
Under smoke and ash I left
Slipped away like a thief in morning
And upstairs in a cramped room
Your naked body steadily slept
How many crusty kitchen floors I’ve met
Adventure waiting around the cornerstones, leading to
Softly slipping into each other’s arms
Hoping that we won’t fall in love, followed by
Existential breeding, before
Making my way back into the world, alone.
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