365 Days · Poetry

245 – The Hairdryer and the Lamp Shade

If things sprang into life in the middle of the night they’d be alive
Talking, playing, and they date, living their lives only in the dark
Breaking up, they make up, the old hairdryer and lamp shade
They have built a strange, unrequited affinity with one another
The kind with foundations on which tragic love stories are made

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