Tuesday, January 5


there's a road to a forest
midway between your home and mine
and a little house made of wood
up in the trees with the birds and night lights
just a room with a bed
where we can meet in the middle of the night
in the middle of the trees in the middle of the room
in the middle of the bed and wrap our arms around each other
and wait there till sunrise
when we have to leave
and every night i'll come back to meet you in the middle of the bed



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