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fingers on the table
rhythmless and bland,
we cut off the cable.

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rain on the window
erratic and soothing,
we watched the world go.

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pigeons in the attic
peaceful and friendly,
we didn't understand their dialect.

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feet in the hallway
sneaky and light,
you left that day.

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fingers on the table
nervous and worn,
i found my mind wasn't stable.

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rain on the window
dull and depressing,
i wish it would snow.

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pigeons in the attic
quiet and somber
i found they made me sick.

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feet in the hallway
lone and afraid
i left your body in the study to decay.

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