in the bedrooms of cheap hotels you open your suitcase, and unfolding the soiled rainbows,
sleep among them.

the eames to my arthur
the draco to my harry

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asleepypuppy:

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You have a new message:

Kiss the kids goodbye from me

Keep well, keep strong, you know
I’m sure, but here’s to say I love you.
I lay these voice-prints

like a set of tracks, to stop

you getting lost among the tall trees
beneath the break-less canopy,
on the long slow walk you take
from here without me.