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the decisions we made, most of which were made in bed.
Now, down at the gray laundromat, I'm spinning, spinning,
spending
the last rubbed quarter I found in the jeans you left behind
on drying out my thoughts, most of which I had while smoking.
I was scared to tears by your judgment, hearing, hearing,
hiding
So this afternoon will find me slicing through stacks
of records looking for that 45, the one you said would explain.
I'll take it home, lock the door boldly, and spin it, spend it,
hear it,
hiding forever.
goodnight 1.11.98
