Kiss me in my room
Cardboard not a sound
These daylight shades
Are on us
kissing grins
My tattered feet
Pointed off the ground
Blind to other thinkers
We make the only sounds
I know my feet like dolphins
We swim to make the sound
These cardboard mattresses
Tattered army crowns
I’ve got to touching over
Cling from the waist down
Like a little snail
Sleeping on the ground
No panties in the breeze
No windy whistling sound
Exposed without a leep
A sleep without a sound


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