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From That Which Comes After

Alexis Pope

Where are you this
 
Is getting obvious
 
I’m a little fresh
 
The water isn’t
 
Hot enough there’s
 
Space left to fill
 
I’m not passing
 
The attendance sheet
 
Around today there’s
 
A noisy street a yellow
 
Hangover turns
 
Into the next day
 
And I’m still in it
 
Walking across
 
Your hair falls
 
To the floor
 
When cut it’s true
 
I talk about blood
 
It’s only to tell
 
There’s something quiet
 
So alive it’s changed
 
From one color to
 
The next time I see you
 
Won’t be soon enough
 
But we have these
 
Parts let’s see
 
What we can do
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