the flickering lights,
hear
a knock at the door,
what is
that noise,
that sound in the middle
of the night.
i think
you're losing it,
losing touch,
losing hold.
no, there's no one
in my phone.
did i tell you one lie
or ten,
who's to know these
things.
here, i know it's summer,
but let me
help you with
your heavy coat.
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