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Gray waves that hit the shore over and over The never-ending drum of the air conditioner Electric flowing through the crackling light overhead Conversation meant just to pass the time The rough jolt behind every shift in gear Blurry landscapes sweeping by sans form A ceramic fruit bowl that remains fruitless Bar a browning banana and bruised apple Alcohol that makes for a buzzing mind Gravity that seduces rain to the ground Where bright yellow boots splash in cloudy water Refrigerator light rushing over wooden floors Cotton shirts stiff from salt and bleached by sun                                 None of it is enough. The mundane beauty of everyday life Cannot compare to how it is imagined with you. With you, the hum of the air conditioner is a song the empty bowl a sweet peach that's just been eaten and the refrigerator light throws shadows on people who are enough for each other.
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 5:17 AM UTC
Nothing is Enough
Gray waves that hit the shore over and over The never-ending drum of the air conditioner Electric flowing through the crackling light overhead Conversation meant just to pass the time The rough jolt behind every shift in gear Blurry landscapes sweeping by sans form A ceramic fruit bowl that remains fruitless Bar a browning banana and bruised apple Alcohol that makes for a buzzing mind Gravity that seduces rain to the ground Where bright yellow boots splash in cloudy water Refrigerator light rushing over wooden floors Cotton shirts stiff from salt and bleached by sun                                 None of it is enough. The mundane beauty of everyday life Cannot compare to how it is imagined with you. With you, the hum of the air conditioner is a song the empty bowl a sweet peach that's just been eaten and the refrigerator light throws shadows on people who are enough for each other.
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19/F/Atlanta
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 5:17 AM UTC
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