As Lessie

Tonight has decided to be despondent

Apparent on a breathless face

Stream only little love on me

My dream can be a repair

For damaged things

I am not a beautiful

Of your happy mind

Probably not ever

Thin enough to slide

In to the walls

Where there is always

Home is how far

Across expanses deep

Skies of champagne

In the head of

Mine that belongs

All to the manic

When you please, Lessie


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