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If we had a movie it would open with Vicious
I’m married to this idea of a dreary November day
Divorcing another of what our stroll would’ve looked like
Wasted, moss rocks and monochrome scape
He listens
Pretends he’s at the concert
He pretends eager once
Pretends she’s nonexistent
But in November it’s hard
Because she matches the sky
Glowing under a white sheet
Which only accentuates