Leave the lamps on, Adeline

There are more batteries on the top shelf
 
Shake. Back and forth if you want,
Closer to the wall and further from it,
 
Closer to the wall and—Adeline
You sound like a young girl's dream
 
Her brothers favorite made for TV movie
Carpet and yellow cheese that melts in the microwave
 
A desire to set a table, a few extra forks 
A tray to take it all somewhere 
 
Never sure about the top of your cheeks,
They cover your eyes when you smile,
 
Adeline. Not enough fuel,
Too much of a heartbeat, not enough body
 
Your world is the room you are in.
Not the moon, not the hallway
 
The sheets you are on are the world.
 
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