She says it's not crazy, and tries to put my head in perspective.
I masticate mildly.
Baby makes my eyebrows arch
My eyes are wide and saying
"When the world loses color, how can I stay true to sepia?"
You don't have to be, you live outside that dome.
When filters and channels and levels of righteous concern,
hold you closely to walls,
you no longer hold allegiance to the plan.
all you will be true to now is me.
I have you quite possessed.
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