not the middle part

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sweat on the windows, sweat

dread in the jaw, dread

he said

Another try?

fifteenth times a charm, she replied

hello, he says

a day late

the dark won’t break

sun can’t wake

december ‘nother december

its come and its come and its come

sweaty walls, sweaty palms

again

here we are

again…

what’s that time of day called, you know the one?

before the sunrise but after the night?

that’s where we are

that’s where I am

now