A hairbrush lies on the middle of a bare dresser
As dust cascades beside a sunlit window pane
A telephone rings out in an empty apartment
As the rain glows underneath a streetlight outside
A balloon is caught and disappears in the wind
Below the field of corn that murmurs as it bends
And that door doesn't close. I don't want it to close.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 2:57 AM UTC
A hairbrush lies on the middle of a bare dresser
As dust cascades beside a sunlit window pane
A telephone rings out in an empty apartment
As the rain glows underneath a streetlight outside
A balloon is caught and disappears in the wind
Below the field of corn that murmurs as it bends
And that door doesn't close. I don't want it to close.
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