and it's all empty
but it's all full of steps.
inches of the floor, loves to admire, myself against mine,
words actually are touching the ground,
waves of touches. my blue weather and the window always opened.
what we've built can easily affect our 10 -minute life-
10 minutes
minds observing me.
it's still empty but full of me.
either way i'm here
you may turn the screen around, i'm here.
a house and all its needs. a house and all my needs
you may turn the lights off, night's gone.
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