Calalily, can you hear me?nIn all my drunkenness? nCursing the wealthy?nIn all that is gluttonous in this failing society?nI'll shut up and let you rest.nBut if I were raised to fight, that would be me,nStanding up against the light on the TVnThat I die in front of each nightnMy tail between my kneesnWell I know that you want more from me,nI'm too scared to move.nnCalalily, would you make room for me in this bed?nSo I can kick my feet and bang my headnSilently. nI swear I won't ask again.nWell I know that you need your sleep,nBut my skin's crawlin'nWell put that book downnAbout the end of the world.nAnd let your hair downnLike it's the end of the world.
Calalily
Owen
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