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I swear she lives in a funeral home
remember her school lunches
living outside the country
it’s a city home for those
tired of city homes
how about that
isn’t that something
a sliding glass door and your little
girl
gliding up and down roads
amid a fight with midnight

I’m tired of finding ways to be tired
she’s tired
shaking legs
growing up
i was - wow
taken - my jacket
maple leaves smell like tobacco
what do we like more
us at night or
cold mornings
I never had a preference
just bit my tongue
for a second
count off for me