Your Shadow Only Moved
Because Some Lad's Car Was Pulling Out.
Now We're Only What You've
Done, Leaving Us In Doubt.
Sitting On Sills With Lips Trying To Prove
We've Something Else To Talk About.
Why Can't You See Me Trying To Smoke Your Breath
So I've Some Left, Before Morning Gets Going.
Still One Neon Shopfronts Glowing.
It's A Few Minutes Away From Snowing
And I Expect One Trail Of Footsteps
As We Are Due This Death.
CK
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