faded beige walls
enclosing in
tonight will be filled
with whites, pastels, hope
dreams of walking stuft animals
across the piano keys
dash out this despair
with the moths circling around
my handmade paper lamp
tomorrow will be filled
with blues, bolds, stress
postmodernism and reinventing history
with a side of drug narratives and nihilism
but tonight let this romance linger a little while longer
my polka dotted pillow led me on, pull me down
into slumber
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