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Hey there. Great. Do you see me? When the story collapses In a moment It's all bare Take cover and hold it 'til the moment gets silent Let go. Just leave it there & I'm outside on the porch, smoking spirits again and again Up and at 'em, I wrote this in the evening, a reminder, with a caption- Hey Love Would you please come home? And make this alright Alright All the cameras and the fires and the lights Through my eyelids On my last stretch of highbrow What'll catch me when this falls out? Forwards? What of it? Over this, it's the oldest of stories And it never gets boring Holy smoking spirits outside on the porch again I need you only Forget what else exists Just another breath Ah jeez Would you please come home And make it alright Please come home And make this alright Well You made it all