we were younger then but i still remember it was always september it was always snowing it was always last year in a greyhound bus station and you asking me to go the other way ... I want you to know something. walla walla washington we were in love, at least (she kept clasping and letting go) while you wept, and slept, and (b r e a th e d ... ) but the truth is its just one voice playing over itself. (i am crying and if you can’t see it is because you aren’t looking) she broke something. he took something out and didn’t put it back. (i’m sick of saving myself) it was over so quickly there wasn’t time to smoke a cigarette afterwards (i don’t like telling myself what to do) you don’t know how to say anything with out saying it too loud. . . .it never felt like an ending. . .
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