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don't call me to your bedroom by Lake e. Lou
don't call me to your bedroom
for T
she sleeps, open-eyed
she stares at raindrops
hears footsteps
she floats away
the floor of the sky is silence
she cocoon's me
laughter swirling
i hear the sea in her laugh
her face is silence
untouched days
a tide of footsteps
the room flooded with her face, floating
four eyes, the shadow barks
her violence like silence
i caught her face
she is me
she breathes
rocking against me
pulling me to her
swimming away
cries in my hands
days in my hands
whole dreams in my hands
there walks silence
2003
by Lake e. Lou
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