its just one of those things
a small thing
not worth sweating about
a small thing like autumn
or a toy truck
the new white goods buzz with sounds
like space ships
its comforting
its home
a small thing
and my pilot light whistles
i worry maybe its going out
a small thing
and late at night i attain a state – such a state!
where my walls become order and beauty
and
appear painted with love
and all the red words scribbled
on the back of my hand
don’t
seem
so
stupid
now
they're small things, only written down
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