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Nothing's been happening for ages
Staring at leaves, bargaining with ghosts
Making deals with the past
In photographs

She settles and refuses to move
Weighing up options, crying with her
Making moves in a game
Just a game

The fourth day was the third last
Ideas passed away a long time ago
Quench your thirst with my tongue
Take a turn

Scratching your phrase into my bed
Morning with tea, brown tables, coffee
Making moves in a game
A different game

I tried to run clean, I tried to be deep
I changed who I am, and you ran away
She can't give me a single reason
A single cause

Nothing has happened in a while
Clouding windows with my breath, my breath
Licking dust with my finger, in past
In photographs, in photographs
Making deals with the past
In photographs