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lets sit outside
on the front step
smoke a zoot,
silence looks good on you
the street is still, nothing awake
but the faintest chill
stroking the back of my neck
playfully
its just us, and the spiders
i know i complain but 
i really don't mind it
you're just braver than me, honestly
this house far older than both of us 
yet we brought it to life
the walls would complain if they could
maybe if they understood, they'd leave us alone,
what happens when the front door closes,
the cold is kissing our noses
i'm sure the stars are staring back at us
when we look up and see nothing 
making wishes on planes,
just to feel something
two lonely girls in the city
dwelling in self pity
and hopelessness
is this it? i fucking hope not
but for now i'm content,
this friendship has meant more
than any of the boys that came before
and after, even though they feel like everything
just switch off, don't reply 
he doesn't deserve you
and no, it's not a lie this will pass too
lets go back inside
save the rest for tomorrow
and warm up the house and its bare bones
laugh at our phones, and forget
how alone we are in this big big place
i'll put my cold hands on your face
and distract you
whilst you shout at me 


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