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If I iron my curls,
could we see what unfurls?
If I stay in one place,
could we share our still space?
Lets stare at photos.
Lets photograph dreams.
Lets paint the white walls with plausible schemes.
Oh the places you won’t go.
Oh the place in which we’ll grow,
wound and bound
up from the ground
of hardwood floors and slippers.
Can I see where you come from?
Can we halve what’s before…
Tame thing, I think I love you
Who wants to know for sure?
could we see what unfurls?
If I stay in one place,
could we share our still space?
Lets stare at photos.
Lets photograph dreams.
Lets paint the white walls with plausible schemes.
Oh the places you won’t go.
Oh the place in which we’ll grow,
wound and bound
up from the ground
of hardwood floors and slippers.
Can I see where you come from?
Can we halve what’s before…
Tame thing, I think I love you
Who wants to know for sure?