Fresh Cleaned Floor

Lie here with me
On the fresh cleaned floor
Listen to the humming house
Quiet in the folding dark
Stare out the open window
On chill winter's sky
Hold my calloused hand
Or let me touch your softest hair
Let the starlight bathe us
As pine hangs in the air

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