I curl commas in my hair and make the apostrophe dance…
Candles and potpourri are best friends
Dreams are hung on kitsch chandeliers
And soapsuds and bubble baths are the best “me-times”
The old crinkly-yellow books have become black-holes
And the voice gets tangled in the wicker basket swings
And dew is what slipped from eyelashes…
And morning is just pre-dawn grey rain
Love me and hate me again
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