Off-yellow ceiling lamp
I'm staring at the fan
Keeping my focus on
Just a single blade
I left the headlights on
The car in the driveway
Not that it matters
I'm not going out today
A bed of thorns
I am nested in fault
Clenching orchid petals
Stirred in her ardor
She is a moor
Exhumed from veiled roots
That I shall be entombed

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