In the mansion of a dream
I would rescue furniture from the fire
that lived in every room
Trembling in the curtains
and along the boards
quiet and content
But here we are
My courage is real
you are wise and beautiful
we talk between kisses
We do not dissolve into some chemical
we hold our shapes
beneath the coffered ceiling.
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