right where the crease is-
I can't flatten it out
(I can't flatten myself out)
you're much safer there,
than in the folds of my wallet
or the ties of my shoes,
the lining of my pockets
or the crispy, stale sheets.
Or even clung to the mirror in my room-
no, not there even.
better safe with me
on my arm, you'll always be.
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