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Apr 2015
Put me in a closet
A tiny room
Toss the keys
Ask if they still love you

Pick a rapid beat
Buy a guitar with restless feat
Allow your toes to fall asleep
Kiss the clouds as you gently weep

Cool and collected you sit by the door
Phone on the carpet
Head on the floor

Nothing on the radio
Bounty on the vanity
Dollars strewn throughout
Wait, what was I even talking about?
Adam Mott
Written by
Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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