There are fifteen thousand reasons for looking out the window today
Eternal numbness of endless patience is one of them
It’s like looking into an empty fish and chip wrapper
A cold greasy day where there was once warmth and desire
I never wrote anybody a letter like this
Reminding friends of distance?
Haven’t seen a film for weeks now
There are always faces I know
They know me
But shit, it’s all way too cool, ya know?
June 1995
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