from bed, block

i think i found your keys 

they were left under my couch and must have slipped out of your pocket when you got up yesterday afternoon after telling me goodbye too soon and destroying that pop tune we listened to as sunrise hit our room it was the way i thought about shakespeare you said i had a limited view i knew names just not who did what and when where truth stood still and where to begin if fighting in back alleys was something i’d consider it made me uneasy the way you’d figure when we’d meet, which candidate to unseat and the tempo crash of our first dance beat as if to tell me there’s something not right a tiny angel sat to the right while i watched my mind finally drain into that pool of sundries and washed away rain insane i thought i’ve lost it again then i found your keys

so i ran downstairs

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