Inside Every Pore 

On balmy summer nights

We open all the windows and doors

To let the night come in

And whisper us to sleep

But in the winter we shut up every orifice

And wrap ourselves in teflon blankets

To happily boil

The problems is the night never left my house

And even when I wrap myself deep in my blankets

It’s inside with me



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