she says it
like she says all her wordsshort and constant
fading colors
as she drops her papers,
or wakes up late,
stumbling over
the stumbling floor
she says it
the way the trainman
punches our tickets.
cliclick
the faucet turns on
you rinse your hands
the faucet turns off
you flick flick flick
that's how she says it,
she says it
the way the trainman
punches our tickets.
cliclick
the faucet turns on
you rinse your hands
the faucet turns off
you flick flick flick
that's how she says it,
that's how she says shit.
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