I reject time beneath my bed sheets, the moonlight’s my curtain
Lingering ink stains when I’m hurting.
So I got a squint to my eye like I can’t take the light in,
An abundance of stars to behold by one simple person.
And I decide to wear mother earth around my shoulder like a tailor-made cloak,
Camouflaged by the decoration of a much younger man’s hopes.
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