for tea will have changed me.
my naked room.
Our coffee stains and dusty coughing.
You're always dressed and buttoned up.
worn like a widow to second the motion of second nature.
Like two rafts knotted and still where sound is lost and found.
But I fear its all coming back to me.
why care about the weather.
It only ends in dark.
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