Loveless,
Love-letters,
That's what I'll send you,
That's what you'll send me.
Endless;
Dead end streets,
That's where I'll send you,
That's where you'll meet me.
Sleepless,
Insomniatic coffee-water drips until
It will dry up in the morning,
When the sun hits.
When the sun hits,
They will no place to hide away,
No lachrymose place to run to,
When the sun hits.
-Jamie F. Nugent
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
Loveless,
Love-letters,
That's what I'll send you,
That's what you'll send me.
Endless;
Dead end streets,
That's where I'll send you,
That's where you'll meet me.
Sleepless,
Insomniatic coffee-water drips until
It will dry up in the morning,
When the sun hits.
When the sun hits,
They will no place to hide away,
No lachrymose place to run to,
When the sun hits.
-Jamie F. Nugent
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