Alain Villain, the Suit
I can hear my suit breathing in the night
hanging on the closet door
it likes to be called Alain Villain
and while I eat salad from the bowl
it devours umbrellas in a bathtub
and gets stronger every time
but scissors under my pillow
make me feel safer
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*loosely based on my dream*
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