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outside of my window i watch the town turn into a skeleton of the summertime the trees have all starved themselves and withered away the road covered in a dull cold fog as if God himself ripped and erased the gold sketches of July how odd I miss the afternoons I spent boxed in a cubicle stacks and stacks of meaningless endless work on the edge of my desk, like a poor boy in an assembly line but when id come home you'd lay me down like a hot cup of coffee countdown my vertebrae with your fingertips like a boy in an old attic and i was your archive i was that page in the encyclopedia i was that record in the juxebox and when id fall asleep, i was the kid  on Christmas Eve maybe the world around us was blazing in dantes inferno maybe the world ran out of fossil fuel countries filed bankrupt the apocalypse begun or aliens attacked maybe everyone fled to the moon and the earth was nothing but a disposable waste but what would i care under your arms i didnt even complain about the weather
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
love poem #6
outside of my window i watch the town turn into a skeleton of the summertime the trees have all starved themselves and withered away the road covered in a dull cold fog as if God himself ripped and erased the gold sketches of July how odd I miss the afternoons I spent boxed in a cubicle stacks and stacks of meaningless endless work on the edge of my desk, like a poor boy in an assembly line but when id come home you'd lay me down like a hot cup of coffee countdown my vertebrae with your fingertips like a boy in an old attic and i was your archive i was that page in the encyclopedia i was that record in the juxebox and when id fall asleep, i was the kid  on Christmas Eve maybe the world around us was blazing in dantes inferno maybe the world ran out of fossil fuel countries filed bankrupt the apocalypse begun or aliens attacked maybe everyone fled to the moon and the earth was nothing but a disposable waste but what would i care under your arms i didnt even complain about the weather
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
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