The phones are bleeding
The utensils are dropping
Clanging, banging, squirting
Right onto the sheets
Love making time
Piling up
To a life so mundane
Mustering excitement
From a clean domain
Reconsider this life
Pictures are being sewn into quilts
A patchwork of the past
A little bit tacky
But thoughtful all the same
It's just the names
That can't be claimed
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