hello monday, nice to meet you
hopeful-stupid, guess its mundane
we come to score
just want a nice thing, nearly different
to hold on your nose, pull down your cheek and pour
if you need me when i’m sleeping
you can come in through the floor (you'll make it all the way)
and if you wake when you are sleeping
you can breathe into the silence of all of these creaky doors
or you could always be my
on your chest, you don’t get sick
sometimes it would be nice to hear some silence as relief
am i a person? a machine?
and as a function, i am mean
i take baths upon your shore
and in the morning,
if i’m sleeping,
you’ll find keys under the rocks right by the other broken doors.
you could always have a sweatshirt on your waist,
a different face, for different days,
or something
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