THE BURROW (E A D G B E)
Woke up again this morning. You’ve heard this song before. I left myself a note but I can’t read it now.
Cold from the tap, it’s pouring. Hot in the awkward sun. Green in the sky, it’s talking to us.
The burrow is warm. The burrow is deep. The burrow is empty.
Blue in the grass, I taste it. It smells like coming home. It feels like I am shrinking. If only I could.
If I could crawl inside you, you know I would. If only I could wake up.
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