Frost, Sparkling
Sleeping Peonies
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Frost, sparkling on the stairs
A veil of cobwebs
The smell of rose incense.
A sky of paper hearts
Is dangling from the roof.
A cocoon.
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Well, we all try to build castles
To hide us from the world.
Underneath the duvets we curl.
Keys and flowers on the mantelpiece
Coffee and cigarettes
Never opened curtains
I never leave my bed.