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is that an earthquake in a brown paperbag
concealing a loneliness that will pass?
talking numbers and telling drunken jokes
and in the morning forget that we spoke.
giving titles and taking them back
are there friends who communicate like that?
coding words and mixing signals lusting human contact.
fall sets in cutoffs and cardigans meet inside
the next bands about to begin.
