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I'm in the bedroom with you

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black burnt fingers
turning pages, drunk
on love & wine
an angel broke the window
lacerations and feathers
are filling the kitchen
I'm in the bedroom with you

my elephantine memory
is trying to erase itself
I'm staring off in all directions
dying neurons projecting
home movies on the inside of my skull
you're asking where I've gone
have to remind myself
I'm in the bedroom with you

Everything collapses
like a telescope
when the past comes to collect it's debts
you're levitating
saying something
to get my attention
reminding me

I'm in the bedroom with you