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Did you ever have one of these days?
This is a day like any other day.
You are free to wake up and shave.
Soapy hands fumbling on porcelain.
Hot, good coffee, and a good, good book.
Bicycle! Bicycle!
Breathing easier now.
Tear the roof off your day.
No one's coming over.
It ain't written so don't try to read it.
Smell the hot rain on the street.
Could be love. Could be alcohol.
Cup my hands around your face.
A little frame. A lot of pain.
I can tell the tears from the rain.
One tastes sweet, the other plain.
Breathing easier now.
Tear the roof off your day.
No one's coming over.
It ain't written so don't try to read it.
And who am I to think
I could hang such a precious life
on a clever line?
You're in all the books I read.
A hundred pages out of reach.
And so I pull myself.
(Crawl to my?) feet, hit the street.
It'll take some time
to learn the lesson of the fall
and begin another climb.
Breathing easier now.
Tear the roof off your day.
No one's coming over.
It ain't written so don't try to read it.
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