another

heaven sent a rumour I have run to dressed in

These rags

I call them a finery

Danced on the table in your dreams

I am loved. loved. loved.

In my dreams

That’s another story. A telling I won’t mind telling

When I remember

You stood in my kitchen. There were two of you

Telling me. To go back to bed. I was dreaming.

Tell me the truth. Tell me the truth. That was real all along

You are more than one.

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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