everything is
the lawn's a lake
and all the rooms cocoons of gurgle and patter
rain whites the air between tree and street
like something full turned over
taking precedence over everything
I go out
my rib cage opens
everything is
the lawn's a lake
and all the rooms cocoons of gurgle and patter
rain whites the air between tree and street
like something full turned over
taking precedence over everything
I go out
my rib cage opens
everything is
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