"You'd almost have to take the whole
house down, huh?"
grouting and baseboards, a foundation
rather leave it locked, that's how it is,
a one door house.
Keeps no one in.
Then to stand with beer in hand
without a shred no clothing on at
2 am in Guinea, well -
what's a one door house?
The stairway's been repaired, but
even that, that hole I dragged
you over, 'coz I knew that
it was there.
And when I left you there and
snuck back down, your muddy
jacket wrapped around your torso
with a bucket for a pillow,
with your anger tucked away in sleep,
I found the door,
the old one, the back one,
the only one.
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