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Dec 2019
i still think about this stuff,
count to infinity but still
it's not enough.

i close my eyes,
shake my head,
my brain twirls around like an etch-a-sketch.

if only i can clear these thoughts from my mind.

there was a moment,
a world turned black and white,
from neon lights.
bleaching all the colors from the road and sky.

but it's alright.
i cannot care tonight, i don't have time,
but i can't say i didn't try.
read as if it were a song passed down for years, which no one quite remembers the words to but everyone agrees ought to be continued.
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   Lamar Cole
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