Typhoon
Firewood
i went out to the neighborhoodi was looking for some firewoodi stole into a strangers homeand strange, still, became my owni fell for mantle photographssome distant vacation, some greener grassa wife in white dress, myself in blacko little ghosts, ghosts, my future heart attacksat night i press the window-paneand set my lens across the lanereflected room, o refracted flamethat is my home, home,that is where i came fromit's time i travel back to youthto tell the life that's false from the life that is trueand if i borrowed love for youi will pay my debts, i will start anew
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