ALEXOID LUCE: BEYOND ALL THESE PLASTIC STARS, ARE WE FINALLY SOBER?

"I was not looking for a home, 

I am building one.

And I was offering you 

a nice couch, 

right in the middle of the living room. 

Where my imagination basked

in the evening sun. 

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And you, stupid man, 

think I want your home." 

- Me-

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