Early September
She’s lost her temper
Her nostrils bared a flare
Weather reddened her eyes
Misplaced goodbyes
It’s either this or that
always tied to a lie
I’m with her as in never
In the back of her mind
Preserving spoiled time
She knocks on the door
We make love on the bedroom floor
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