from bed, feet on the floor

well my bags are packed and boxes and bins not peter or paul we’re in this together i never stood at mary’s door yet she still is my favorite idol proving it when i stole a statue from quiet church steps carrying her from dorms and cross country treks it’s the four of us now a square to be sure resting our corners on one another’s stare and quiet now hush will you see that we’re somehow connected to that room.

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