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2:52 AM/Rain/Booze/Cannabis

Staying up on nights that dont matter.

 

Listening to music that holds a key to forgotten locks

 

She breathes like an old flame.

 

Sings like the greatest of godesses.

 

I knew her then..

 

She had some temple to watch over,

 

be it in herself

 

or her lovers after me.

 

The road pulled her feet

 

not the other way around.

 

My one wish was that you’d someday

 

want me.

 

While I keep my soul somewhat untethered

 

and blowing in the wind..

 

I keep it on a first name basis

 

with you only.

 

But the reality is

 

is that

 

you get to become a movie

 

a poster encased in bright lights

 

- An overpaid actor who doesn’t

 

understand

 

the dialogue quite right.

 

You get to become

 

my favorite movie..

 

The one I never watch

 

again.

 

The one I memorize every

 

stupid

 

line

 

Just to make sure I

 

fall asleep before I feel

 

a thing.

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nicholas-james-berlincourt
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Published
Apr 19, 2013
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