What last was bright, a dream, in eyes wand’ring?
Along, it lies, a scratch in sleep discard
A blanket hides the feel of things. Forward.
You take the answer out of me, cov’ring
A lie, revealed, moving the stained bedding
You hide the sheets quickly behind old scars
When smiles impact, the force remains, truth marred
Exclaim, the three words now said, commoning
You strike at all of our, once lost, mem’ries
Dirty bed sheets should be kept at the house
Let’s not rip off the scab—it blossomed old
You sigh, I speak--this ought to be a myst’ry
Thoughts leave, musing, the emotion aroused
Let’s not rip off the warmth when we stay cold
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