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I baked your skin onto the asphalt with my oven eyes Between Macdougal and Bleecker street Where i first met you. Everything gray reminds me of you. I envisioned myself Breaking into song and dance With everybody down every cross road, Belting a ballad of beauty and admiration About what you and I once were. I relived that moment when i cried, “She’s really gone this time”... Yet as much as i missed her, all i did was sway in the traffic Of business men and women And homeless dogs and all those Crazy jazz cats. I stepped precisely on each crack I swear i didn’t mean to break your back, Or my word that bound us As close as the moon and the sun. A funny promise that made my nose Shrivel up. I lay on the hot asphalt between Macdougal and Bleecker street, Heartless, Dreaming of you to come back to me. © 2016 D.M.V
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
Asphalt
I baked your skin onto the asphalt with my oven eyes Between Macdougal and Bleecker street Where i first met you. Everything gray reminds me of you. I envisioned myself Breaking into song and dance With everybody down every cross road, Belting a ballad of beauty and admiration About what you and I once were. I relived that moment when i cried, “She’s really gone this time”... Yet as much as i missed her, all i did was sway in the traffic Of business men and women And homeless dogs and all those Crazy jazz cats. I stepped precisely on each crack I swear i didn’t mean to break your back, Or my word that bound us As close as the moon and the sun. A funny promise that made my nose Shrivel up. I lay on the hot asphalt between Macdougal and Bleecker street, Heartless, Dreaming of you to come back to me. © 2016 D.M.V
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
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