She found me in high school, it's a
Story you have
Slouch down in my puke-orange chair and sigh
The air is
Hey, another numbing light of early morning
Another pile of half-read
Waking up each morning with confusion in my eyes
Wind is
North wind sinks
the fence around a lot full of debris
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I woke you up at four this morning to whimper
Another Sunday afternoon, nothing much to do
Sit and try and
Flowers, moonlight, sticky things
Songs that mean nothing, places I've been
Bloo
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