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Writing numbers, hear the sound 

carry it out like a rough heart

bound to my wooden floor and no, 

you can’t see where i dusted

don’t do it enough anyway

but i spruced up

and i hate the words describing what i do for another

so i fixed up for another 

or for myself when i can look in the mirror 

sat wherever. she sat wherever, i said sit wherever you want

i’ll fix another drink if you want another drink, i said

take it

my fourth today, but i’m the only one counting

just to tell her i’m living my life straight

or better than before 

but i don’t have a bad bone in me 

“i’m just spoiled and addicted to the way you smell" 

that’s not that bad 

i don’t avert my eyes