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House Shoes & Hotel Sheets
Red rays of bliss beam through the window, dawn has finally arrived, will feel the aftermath in the morning.
We lay tangled up in a hazy room, these walls have new secrets to hide and stories to tell.
All the mirrors were shattered by the decibels we reached.
Wet sheets and a messy floor, it’s gonna be one hell of a laundry day.
Will be loitering in a broken bed all day.
Fighting and fucking, making love all day.
My body’s your blanket, the bed will never be made.
We lay tangled up in a hazy room, these walls have new secrets to hide and stories to tell.
All the mirrors were shattered by the decibels we reached.
Wet sheets and a messy floor, it’s gonna be one hell of a laundry day.
Will be loitering in a broken bed all day.
Fighting and fucking, making love all day.
My body’s your blanket, the bed will never be made.
Published 19th Aug 2019
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