she's the dial
she's the lap and pillow for your head
she's the back rub
she's the beer
she's the glass of water by the bed
she's the sweet one
she's the safe
she's the housewife and the maid
she's the distance
she's escape
she's the whore who's never paid
she's the permanently temporary
she's the make up
she's the fight
she's the morning after i still love you
she's the run to
she's the wait
she's the ever after i'm still here
she's the permanently temporary
but curled up under blankets
holding nothing, onto everything
in her sleep she cries
make of me something beauty
something real and something home
get me, claim me, safe me, name me
play me cherish and sing me home
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