Linen Love
I think of you as my bedroom drapes,
Easy shaded armour to the days.
Sometimes breaking, sometimes braked.
Totally held up inside cliche,
We all always behave the same way.
The shadows have hungry hands and
Your lullaby can't sing
Because your throat is linen.
I'm captured by your curtain,
Thus one thing is for certain..
We must stay wrapped up together for all
Of always.
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