She sat on the edge of her bedthe orchestra held the note for almost too long
or not long enough
absorbed in the sound
stray tobacco and
strands of hair around the legs of her bureau
caught her eye
The winter sun brightened,
lit up her room
so suddenly.
it was so bright. so suddenly.
She couldn't stand it.
Fuck you.
And the song ends,
the sun passes.
sweeping to do.
Was listening to this. It's good. Very good. Gus, my black goldfish who is still a goldfish died this morning.
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