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Sep 2020
with the windows down
your hand outside

my hair curls


the beer you never drink
is my poison

those sleeping pills
I'll never know why you bought

you keep sending your audio clips
I don't feel like responding today or tomorrow

all your plans for tomorrow
I will ruin

will you knock on my door
when you will you realize I'm not asleep

it's a long drive from home
the front door unlocked

how much longer till we fall apart
eileen
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eileen
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