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sitting in the breakfast nookflipping through a saucy bookbrowsing for a bit of titillation(that's what you do, that's what you do)morning is warming on your mouthlast days of direct sunlightfor this part of the housemove into the great roomget the clean corn broomsweaping up a sad old pillar of salt(that's what you do, that's what you do)you're feeling glummer as summer dies offsomething was released with autumn's first coughmatter seem's immaculateuntil it's consumed or distressedsee her with her kitchen soapcleaning up the breakfastshe knows it's never finished'till the other's replenishedit's never finished'till the other's replenishedpropped up on the mantel piecethrophies stuffed in a life that fliesa couple of seconds can be a long timeif'n it's froze, if'n it's frozematter seem's immaculateuntil it's consumed or distressedsee her with her kitchen soapcleaning up the breakfastshe knows it's never finished'till the other's replenishedit's never finished'till the other's replenished
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