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The floor is mapped out in grids.
my clothes keep them warm.
Catch the laughter under the coffee table and run.
Take it up stairs for a rainy day.
The Carpet is covered with our bodies.
a hundred years worth of footprints below.
You get lost sometimes until the cotton lifts over your eyes.
when its dim and im un-wrapping you.
Im shaken in my sleep when i imagine you jumping on my bed.
And thats why youre always shaken when your hand vibrates and you see my name lit up.
Start taking notes and drawing pictures.
this is art.