holding the stick
I woke up alive and I’m trying not to think about it
creaking bedframe
Isn’t the silent part of silence the best part?
There was snow on the ground outside
My jacket wasn’t appropriate
the bottom of my jean legs
wet with the water
cloudy breath
A dog with grey eyebrows
holding a stick out for me
won’t let go for fetch
I scratched behind his ears and walked on
Didn’t you think it’d end up different
switching through songs on the radio
feeding me breadsticks
twenty miles before the bridge?
creaking bedframe
Isn’t the silent part of silence the best part?
There was snow on the ground outside
My jacket wasn’t appropriate
the bottom of my jean legs
wet with the water
cloudy breath
A dog with grey eyebrows
holding a stick out for me
won’t let go for fetch
I scratched behind his ears and walked on
Didn’t you think it’d end up different
switching through songs on the radio
feeding me breadsticks
twenty miles before the bridge?
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