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the blinds were all open
in the afternoon
we made love

i learned i was impatient
can’t sit still

my telephone wasn’t ringing
my ashtray was overflowing
the rain came next
and it felt like
it was supposed to erase
the sun and the memories
we had of her

everything went blurry
reflections from the street
painted the armchair

then it felt just like it should
a shudder and a bite on the neck
we all aren’t the best
at keeping the other close

then she turned into water
and we wrote a song together

won’t keep
won’t keep
honey in the hair
won’t keep
my daydreams away
won’t help
won’t keep