sometimes i have these dreamt
nettle & slaughter hut
i steal the photo from the face
i hid it in a glass of night
i love the insanity of your clothes
was like a landlocked world
i imagine i remembered bird song
did the cold rain spoil your shoes
i was always afraid
to look into the next room
i stole a photo from a face
& hide it in the glass of night
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