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Artista: The Weakerthans Now that the furniture’s returning to its goodwill home With dishes and last week’s paper, rumors and elections, crosswords, an unending wars the black in fingers smeared their prints on every door pulled shut now that the last month’s rent is scheming with the damage deposit take this moment to decide (sun in an empty room) if we were meant to if we tried (sun in an empty room) felt around for far too much (sun in an empty room) from things that accidentally touch (sun in an empty room) the hands that we nearly hold with pennies for the gst the shoulders we lean our shoulders into on the subway, muttered an apology the shins that we kick beneath the table, that reflexive cry the faces we meet one awkward beat too long and terrified know the things we need to say (sun in an empty room) and said already anyways (sun in an empty room) my parallelograms of light (sun in an empty room) and walls that we repainted white (sun in an empty room) sun in an empty room sun in an empty room sun in an empty room sun in an empty room sun in an empty room sun in an empty room sun in an empty room sun in an empty room take eight minutes and divide (sun in an empty room) by ninety million lonely miles (sun in an empty room) watch the shadow cross the floor (sun in an empty room) we don’t live here anymore (sun in an empty room)
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