Catch your own reflection
in the mirror, like a demon
and move into the cellar.
Our mind is a dirty one,
so don't like me for the fuck
of it. Do it 'cos you need
me like a bad habit, or
a dream you won't forget.
Bless and sanctify this house.
The floorboards burn with
diet coke. We would climb
the walls if we thought it
would make a difference.
Why have you forsaken us?
I didn't get that memo, did it
cross our cluttered desks?
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