this clearest-stated, calmest-kept
place within my deepest mind
woke upon where life had slept
and left my fears therein to find
let lovers leave as they would want
in knowing they'll return to you
let go the rooms that fears will haunt
and all the gods you thought you knew
there's something good in the decay
of life's conventions held too fast
by those of you who'd wish away
the only thing that's meant to last
i'd rather that my lover be
nothing more than what she should
returning to imperfect me
in such a splendid, cluttered wood
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