in chicago: notion 19.

notion 19.

so i give you the key,
and you just throw it back at me.
reminding me that i can’t be
free because of dreams.
there is no love we can see hiding
in my sleep. i am secrets, i should keep,
but my love becomes dissolved
because what’s this earth,
and what’s our worth?
who’d be interested in
such a thing
like you or me?

but you are so conceited.


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