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Tribal paint flickers as illumination passes by packed platforms of private souls spilling into peripheral vision Saturday nights create fresh perspective on unconscious thoughts An unpulled can of tired, bow-tied Spaniards and white-clad partygoers Tinney earphones thrusting Brooklyn's finest 99 Problems aren't on my mind but in my (un)willing ears And I saw you on the street 42nd I'd say I was filling my lungs with the poison, beautiful, you showed me You walked past me just another stranger you in 10 years time They say everyone has a doppelganger in NYC I haven't seen mine but she's seen me and Brooke saw her too, rolled up Levis and a frown you looked as beautiful as you always did but clean of everything you'd ever touched or is yet to touch you because nicky clouds my thoughts lift me higher I wanted to tell you that I pray now But I let you walk by and disappear leaving me with myself coffee spilt from matches got twisted and wouldn't light I'm one handed, crowded city but you're not here.
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Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
One Handed/Doppelganger/Alex's Love Song
Tribal paint flickers as illumination passes by packed platforms of private souls spilling into peripheral vision Saturday nights create fresh perspective on unconscious thoughts An unpulled can of tired, bow-tied Spaniards and white-clad partygoers Tinney earphones thrusting Brooklyn's finest 99 Problems aren't on my mind but in my (un)willing ears And I saw you on the street 42nd I'd say I was filling my lungs with the poison, beautiful, you showed me You walked past me just another stranger you in 10 years time They say everyone has a doppelganger in NYC I haven't seen mine but she's seen me and Brooke saw her too, rolled up Levis and a frown you looked as beautiful as you always did but clean of everything you'd ever touched or is yet to touch you because nicky clouds my thoughts lift me higher I wanted to tell you that I pray now But I let you walk by and disappear leaving me with myself coffee spilt from matches got twisted and wouldn't light I'm one handed, crowded city but you're not here.
millie-harvey
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millie-harvey
English
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
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