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ship too far from shore

you will fade away you will fade like the others did too you will fade, my SOS and leave me with this island's truth on solitude i rode as passenger once in a boy's car i had named Bessie Bessie grunted and took naps like a narcoleptic we drove together me and this green-eyed boy in ol' Bessie through the construction of the Yards in the summer with our windows rolled down smoking cigarettes under overpasses on a highway bridge the city swelling, heaving over us and the wild winds splashing my face hair tantalizing impatiently over to his side, my downtown apartment waiting like a desert flower at dusk throbbing to bloom David Bowie sang heroes and i believed the song could never mean anything more than our moment shared years pass and summer nights choke me again i'm in love again thundershowers knock on my window David Bowie sings but i don't think of that green-eyed boy anymore now, it's you tall, spectacular man spritzer of mystery magic from your hands i think of you but i'm alone in my apartment this time i climb out of the fire escape thunder cracks the sky and i let the rain soak my bones i want to hold you, but you will not have me completely like how this storm is finding its way to the last inch of me i close my eyes and give myself away you won't be the last of them i know my story of heroes and lovers sits on the doorstep of a vacant home you won't be the last of them i only dreamed you would like the sight of a ship too far from shore
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Jun 21, 2015
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