Lampy
Hearts are lovely lamps which cover their heads and scan the floorLooking for creaks and cracks to seep their light through
Trying to catch a glimpse of something new
Something their cord and stand could never do
They're cold sheets which rap themselves around you
Curling to find a warm place away from air that breathes
They like to land themselves forever on smooth skin
As the bed holds them tightly from being able to begin
Mine is a quick draw
With the hand shaking in its pocket
Ready to fire at just about anything
Meeting death or imprisonment with first time loving
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