Love is a tired symphony you hum when you’re awake,
Love is a crying baby momma warned you not to shake,
And love is the best sensation hiding in the Lion’s Mane.

So I’ll clear the road, the gravel,
And the thornbush in your path..
That burns a scented oil
That I’ll drip into your bath…

The water’s there to warm you,
And the earth is warmer when you laugh.

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Photo: Daniel Vincent

Subject: Myself (Ashley-Jayne)

Details: In the crumbling bathroom of The Lonely Yellow Home.