I’ve lost my funny bone,
I like this room.
It’s in my eyes,
Are you awake tonight?
The moon, in layers plays in the sky.
It gets closer when I close my eyes.
And the leaves have been flipped through.
While the small sun is left on
And the wilting match the vases
And the cushion soaks my feet.
The blades beat at a pace the lulls me to sleep.
I like it here.
I don’t want to go home.
I want to stay again
But in five days I’ll be gone.
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