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The coffee’s on
The door it sits unlocked
A body’s on
The stairs stepping through some unknown song

Everything is
Where it ought to be
Even though I’m
Out of place in this foggy scene

Cups in hand
Elbows resting on the rusting rails
Scanning nothing
Just to see what nothing entails

Most of these words
Will fall into the grass below
Vegetable weapons
Planted under grounds we’ll never know

You are stepping aside so I can see again
You are stepping outside of temperature and light
And all the sides/signs are washed away
By solemn steps that cannot wait
“I’ll see if I can make time before you go” (x2)

A relative loss
Our vegetable weapons laid to rest
The bodies remain
But always know what’s coming next

& I’m still waiting
Lost inside the choices left to rot
My fate to envy
Those fading coffee contemplations

You are stepping aside so I can see again
You are stepping outside of temperature and light
And all the sides/signs are washed away
By solemn steps that cannot wait
“I’ll see if I can make time before you go” (x2)

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