Sit, be still, and listen, because you're drunk and we're at the edge of the roof.
Love come with a knife, not some shy question, and now with fears for its reputation.
"I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I've been knocking from the inside."
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