Falling asleep in front of the fire safe
With you there
Here was more than a place
There was time ahead
More so than behind
I believed
Like only the innoscent can
I was more naive than mean
Minimalist
Niggardly
Alone, afraid
The room was warm
We’d had a full meal
You and I and the saints and angels
In that other place
Where masked men
Had not yet come
Daydreams and sweet dreams
Asleep
A cat on my lap
A book by my side
Before
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