Your picture holds against others,
I draw lines from,
My place to yours.
Tell me your goals,
I'm a photo on screen,
I'm a bed on the floor,
I'm crooked necked sleep.
I grow paler still,
Because no matter
Where I am, I'm still indoors.
Tell me your goals,
I'm a photo on screen,
I'm a bed on the floor,
I'm crooked necked sleep.
My skin becomes clear,
Tomorrow clearer.
But I am drifting home,
I am drifting home.
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