cold rainy night halfway through fall
sitting on the steps of My city
outside our favorite cafe
its to loud inside cuz some fucking toolbags are playing a board game
like its their college dorm room
so i stepped outside
fuck being courteous
i shoulda brought my typewriter
the punchy tapping of the keys would've been drowned out anyway
its cold enough to see my breath
i hope i don't get sick
my brother has the "swine" flu
I'm prayin' he gets better soon
I'm lonely as hell
not the lonely longing for someone, just one
a tender tangle of sinew and soul
my other half...mine
its been a month
just twelve more days
twelve fucking more days
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glad youre back
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