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paths are crossed while others are being blocked with road signs neon lights on parkways blinding eyes how easily people come and go these days like sickness patterns and get learned and forgotten daily routines lost while olds ones are picked up like broken dishes gestures and words are re-gifted to the next birthday boy small fractions of memories stick like band-aids originality was lost three years ago love has become re-runs in syndication eventually the VHS of romance will deteriorate to fuzz and static running fast from the sopranos to baywatch not knowing where taste escaped lips on lips chewing and spitting double whiskeys all night and still feeling sober as the world around you falls into a drunken stupor like silk falling off a soft shoulder thoughts still present paranoia growing cigarettes are starting to be manifestations of thoughts this one's for my broken heart this one's because i'm drunk this one's because it's hot out and i'm bored when worse comes to worse sleep is always there until then no harness let's fall who cares if there's anything to catch us
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
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paths are crossed while others are being blocked with road signs neon lights on parkways blinding eyes how easily people come and go these days like sickness patterns and get learned and forgotten daily routines lost while olds ones are picked up like broken dishes gestures and words are re-gifted to the next birthday boy small fractions of memories stick like band-aids originality was lost three years ago love has become re-runs in syndication eventually the VHS of romance will deteriorate to fuzz and static running fast from the sopranos to baywatch not knowing where taste escaped lips on lips chewing and spitting double whiskeys all night and still feeling sober as the world around you falls into a drunken stupor like silk falling off a soft shoulder thoughts still present paranoia growing cigarettes are starting to be manifestations of thoughts this one's for my broken heart this one's because i'm drunk this one's because it's hot out and i'm bored when worse comes to worse sleep is always there until then no harness let's fall who cares if there's anything to catch us
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
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