In and out
Up and all the way out of the room
We clean and we clean and we expect people to pay attention to us
Up and all the way out of the room
We clean and we clean and we expect people to pay attention to us
You were so beautiful in that room
I ran my fingers through your hair to communicate my desire
Your body like a wall melted into mine
Cal Wall was his name
A small person requiring attention and care
Knows that eventually plastic gloves form holes
It’s a strange time these days
My window is open to the world
What will come?
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