Forgotten things in episodes
Lies in burger rappers
Tears that seep into bed covers
Lights that get shaded over
Books in pillows
Closets extended
Pants on hoes
Hands waved in front of weary eyes
When were we alive?
Or a wake?
Or happy?
Love the days we spread knowing
That we could talk
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