Centum Quînquāgintā Octo

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It's a late summer afternoon
I'm suffocating in the
silence of this room
You told me you'd be here soon
I should've remembered
you never show up

Did you bring the morning mail?
Did you find that letter
you wrote in your jungle jail?
You have that
periwinkle shade
under your eyes
Oh , did you sleep
at all last night?

I slept well
Couldn't hear you yell
Don't tell
Don't tell me
you had nightmares again

It's a late summer night
You don't look close
to winninf this fight
Get lost you might
I should've remembered
that fragile mind of yours
never reads directions right

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