I'll stand out here,
Waiting with my blue candle lit.
I'll stand out here,
Scratching the palms of my hands.
I'll stand out here,
Unravelling the braid of your wysteria.
I'll stand out here,
Chewing the flat wood of your door.
I'll stand out here,
Ankle deep in your welcome mat,
Lead lungs full of helium breath,
Knuckles dripping blood, not from knocking.
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