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It was colder weather, when I left Still winter in the bottom drawer Photographs and birthday cards-- humming hard, December streetlights still laughing at chilly footsteps one-two one-two No three-four Now wake up August heat undressed Yeah, wake up next to skeletons who "think that we should just be friends." And--anyway--the bedroom's small barely bigger than a closet Fall asleep in sheets of sweat claw for the ceiling dreaming heavy Awake. Wet pillow. Tousled hair at 4 a.m. And, for my part, the ceiling clawmarks soak my dreams up, snow in sheet rock spells your name (I should prob'ly wash my sheets) Though I'm often ****** on beer, When Autumn comes, I clearly hear, through crisping air, their wilting voices hailing while I try to soothe the drowsy year But it's still cold and I'm still here though "here" has moved and every year is heating so, I repeat, repeat, repeat "What starts September dies November February ******* hurts the same way as July." The bottom drawer's still cased in winter Skeletons still claw the doors I sweat. I shiver. **** I miss you... Hope you're living. Me? I'm aging Faster than I was before.
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
A Sleeper's Cell
It was colder weather, when I left Still winter in the bottom drawer Photographs and birthday cards-- humming hard, December streetlights still laughing at chilly footsteps one-two one-two No three-four Now wake up August heat undressed Yeah, wake up next to skeletons who "think that we should just be friends." And--anyway--the bedroom's small barely bigger than a closet Fall asleep in sheets of sweat claw for the ceiling dreaming heavy Awake. Wet pillow. Tousled hair at 4 a.m. And, for my part, the ceiling clawmarks soak my dreams up, snow in sheet rock spells your name (I should prob'ly wash my sheets) Though I'm often ****** on beer, When Autumn comes, I clearly hear, through crisping air, their wilting voices hailing while I try to soothe the drowsy year But it's still cold and I'm still here though "here" has moved and every year is heating so, I repeat, repeat, repeat "What starts September dies November February ******* hurts the same way as July." The bottom drawer's still cased in winter Skeletons still claw the doors I sweat. I shiver. **** I miss you... Hope you're living. Me? I'm aging Faster than I was before.
kyle-kulseth
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
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