February 10

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These nights predictable
as the twelve-bar blues

this life too
it’s bound to leave

you behind
it’s bound

to leave you
and it’s a shame

the rain passed
through

the sky so
starless still

there’s nothing
outside the window

nothing seeable
and even I

would sing
if it could make

that nothing
less so

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