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P.s. moss in mesa

Hotel room a/c fans faded red curtains

Lamp shade mutes the generic glow

Side stepped your way into something so certain

A dance no one  means to learn

Yet,  everybody knows

 

Yeah, you used to want something and you lost it in your lover's eyes

Fatal to acquiesce

No you can't acquire the original wonder you gifted him the year he said good- bye

 

You were too young to fathom

Now the monopoly houses in the suburbs look like geriatric wards

 

Easy blueprints to dispise

Cheap siding to realize

 

You dream of nothing

Your thoughts aren't your own

 

I promise that I won't wait

There is nothing I would change

The parts of me that I don't know

City to city

Continents and languages

One  woman alone

I promise you nothing

 

P.s. you can have my bones

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May 2, 2013
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