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The trees are bare this time of year
On the porch, having a cigarette
I could be drunk,
the drink plays tricks
The Earth is fake with its plastic grass
A woman rushes to her car
The moon has conquered the sky
Thunder above our heads,
Ice and fire
She waits for the warmth before she moves
She isn't real.
I should have worn a warmer jacket
I'm assuming that it's cold
Buzzing is in my head
Cars are whizzing down the road
My silence is filled
Tipping over my old beer
It was warm when I sat down
The sun has been gone for years
A time that's more painful than the rest.