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this rain on my glass.

and so there's also this field in front of me,
painted blue tracks with white lines too concrete for smearing from shoes.
how many people can fit on this field,
if their shoulders were to nearly, but not quite touch?

will you be here tonight? will i be there tonight?
no.
today is kind of a bad day.
my eyes are blurry from reading too many texts,
but it's only only only the early afternoon.
today’s been so drowsy; even the sun has not gotten up.
grey clouds turn black clouds turn grey.
nobody is going to be anywhere tonight.

and so there's also this mirror in front of me.
it's always been there, but it's still a surprise,
because this head is so muddy and dirty now,
i no longer remember what i look like.