It's you. You!
In the night
in the morning
in those 2am reflections that are only meant for me
me and the books and the heroes and the lovers
who are all you too, when it really comes down to it
And all those beautiful people of the silver screen that you can't bear to watch
they still all come down to you for me
my consumption, my simple days
those beautiful days walking down the boulevard in my best outfit
(where else would I wear it?)
My pink skirt
My blouse
My hat
(and who still wears a hat?)
all now for you
with you
and more beautiful for it...
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Concept: I’m in the kitchen wearing your shirt, and frying some pancakes. Behind me I hear your sleepy voice say “good morning, darling” just before your arms wrap around me from behind. You smell just as good as the pancakes. We are both so happy and warm inside
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