Strung
strung up, strung out
over you
hung up, hung out
over you
flung up, flung out
over you
that's me
that solitary sheet
flailing in the wind
holding on by one clothespin
strung out over you
that's me
that solitary sheet
soaking in the smell of your sunshine
breathing in your pollen filled air
hung out over you
that's me
that solitary sheet
waiting for you to claim me
to iron out my wrinkles, put me in my place
flung out over you
strung up, strung out
hung up, hung out
flung up, flung out
over you
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