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you listen to Pink Moon
and feel a little better
but knowing that’s a little worse

you cut the toes off your loafers
since you’re not afraid of cold
anymore
no
not anymore

you watch the leaves
stick to the cement
and it’s not funny
until one falls
in your hair

you wear your lover’s shoes
feel a little displaced
until you kick them off
tell everyone
nothing is broken in

that would be a funny thought
if the perfume in the hallways
didn’t smell like gasoline
or
country roads