we hunker down
for four
in that attic
a pocket universe
closing and straining our ears
(are those boots on the stairs?
lalalalala I can't hear you)
whistle in the dark
let there be
this little light of thine
(btw, this is crossposted)
we hunker down
for four
in that attic
a pocket universe
closing and straining our ears
(are those boots on the stairs?
lalalalala I can't hear you)
whistle in the dark
let there be
this little light of thine
(btw, this is crossposted)