i put the baby in it’s cradle ,
and watch it as
it sleeps ,
you sit and watch tv in the room
two over
and think i love you back .
outside, the
sky fogs blue and the streetlights
shine bright orange —
you never went without a home.
it shows.
.
.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
i put the baby in it’s cradle ,
and watch it as
it sleeps ,
you sit and watch tv in the room
two over
and think i love you back .
outside, the
sky fogs blue and the streetlights
shine bright orange —
you never went without a home.
it shows.
.
.
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