god lent us a slip of paper
and before we had a chance to
smudge out the lines drawn on it,
you separated the mind
of somebody who
never
hurt you, never made you see
the darkness of day, only
made you see the glory of
night, oh, so glorious to him.
and if one night, you walked
through the silver light and past the
front porch, through the screen door,
i wouldnt have lied.
i wouldnt have kept you out, i
wouldnt have made you see anything
less than perfect.
so with a paper worn as this, you could only
choke back more wine
and say

get on with it.

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a.n: mmm no.