you made a home in my dreams

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On every, on every inch of stone
Skin and cloth.
Made to leave you

Here you are, you are breathing life into ghosts
under rocks like notes found in pocket
coats of your father’s
lost and forgotten

all, all, all
Your soaking wet dreams
You’ve spent them, you have gone and dreamt them
dry, now you ask your babies
“why? why? why?”

Ra Ra Riot’s ghost under rocks.
to a rather nostalgic packrat, this song screams the futility of holding onto the menial materials and objects. i love it. #holdingontothisone.