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Mar 2016
I know you're out there
lighting up a cigarette
from the flame of the sunlight
that reflects from the moon

and I'm out here too
puffing on my cigarette
thinking about the life we shared
inside our weary minds

as we dreamt of outer space
and love drilled in our icy hearts
but it's not possible, you see
we're too far gone to know the warmth of being in love
I'm drunk, as usual.
Arlo Disarray
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