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playlists are the best thing since cupcake sprinkles

I am using my red headphones

to block out the sounds coming from the bunk

above me

 

I can still hear the word

like

over

and over

again

 

 

I shared a bench with a stranger

waiting for a train

why did she get up before

the doors opened?

Was I moving

or were the windows passing by?

 

 

Whose life did rock n roll save again?

 

 

I was walking on the same street

as I walked on the day before

 

I have begun to recognize the cracks

and the blue house with the wicker chairs

and the corner where someone is always laughing

 

There are some words

in some lines

in some songs

that I want to drink

till I'm thirsty again

 

I met someone today

he was like the someone

I met the day before

 

How many times can you make the same conversation?

 

I don't want to lie

but the truth is strange and

unfashionable

 

I don't want to make

a lucid argument

words can drift and find each other

whenever they get lonely

 

 

I really just want

to taste silence for a while.

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gemma-1
Published
Sep 16, 2010
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