i cant see the floor until you open the door, until you remember to let me in and pray no more -- let the body set the score, spirit sifting through your pores.
she's thinking there and back again, but i'm not even listening. i think i said something mean, but i'm not quite remembering. the closing door shows often in my dreams and sings to sleep the body inside me.
i don't know what i'm looking for. the closing door has brought my body here before.
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