Inside of Mind

Be the blanket for my bones,

Be a place that I call home.

Feel night slither up my toes,

Take me out of these sweat soaked clothes,

Slip within my skin & spend the night,

Like buttercream glowing in pale moolight.

Feel my presence, use my sight.

Be the light when I’m alone,

Show me what it means to grow.

Sleep walks & dream talks as feet mark time,

Thoughts recycled as we build the rhyme.

We peel the grime and start to shine.

 

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