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Greenish
05:30
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The things I half-admitted
when you were half-asleep
were half-truths
of a whole drunken night.
I remember watching you
watch me from the bar balcony
and trying to find a reason
to deserve this summer season
in December,
where the people don't know
winter vernacular.
And something just feels off,
but maybe in a good way,
so i'll keep my mouth shut
the best that I can...
when every skin nerve cell
betrays my do-tell,
and displays it on my face
like a billboard to the world,
advertising a teen feel-sore movie and sneak preview.
Because I felt
the hours repeat
as we flew
across the sky,
and secretly I hoped
that the mountains would hold
the plane in time
so I could touch divine.
Never had I seen the sun
rise so dry
in a desert
and set wet
west over an ocean.
Every skin nerve cell
betrays my do-tell
and displays it on my face
like a billboard to the world,
compromising geographic affairs.
You know, I wish they could've left me there.
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Electromagnetism
06:00
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Those aren't stars,
they're vultures
out to suck whatever culture
remains in my eyes.
And inside
I'm a dead deer
still petrified,
but knowing not to blame
just any guy
who uses the road you paved
at a convenient time -
while I was away.
So I'll pay
for every breath
I owe my maker
in death,
and try to stay positive
when there are no positives
without you around
thinking out loud,
leading ashtrays astray,
and spreading pieces of me
in every city
you're not.
So I'll tie this knot around you
and promise not to
call it names
when my back is turned
because I've learned to ignore
the ashes I leave
by the door/ on the ground/ behind me
on my way back home bound
bitterly.
Isn't it a drag that what we breathe in
isn't exactly what we breathe back out?
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North like Poel Island
05:45
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Oh how I wish we could converse in person.
I'd tell you all the bad I've immersed myself into,
and tell you how I wear nothing but black anymore,
but to hear your laugh would be the best remedy for that.
But you're up north and I'm a southern boy because I hate the snow,
but I hate this heat more.
So let me choose my side of the Mason-Dixon line and I swear
I'll disappear forever,
until you find me 10 years later on the internet
(you claim by accident).
We'll talk like friends even though were distant relatives
at best,
or at worst.
Why am I Boston bound when I know its just a waste of time?
And why am I Boston bound when its clear you're just a rebound,
and when I need to think of this as in the past tense
and have it make sense.
I know I'll be sorry for this later
when I think about regrets,
but I've still got my train ticket
and you've still got yours.
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