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Jun 2014
Remember when we had destinations and desires
And we slung great speeches from our lips as if they were something big?
And I mean: we thought they were really large. We lived in that size.
But there were times that I accidentally left the car unlocked because
I’ve got pictures in my eyes and they’re all of you
You are hiding beneath a bridge with me and we are accidentally prophesizing the end while bathing in the creek
He is with you and you’re ****** and you are telling me I'm not real
I am pretending to listen to your records while basking in the sound of your breathing
We are kissing between destinations
I am on the street at three in the morning and I am hoping you are still awake
But the true-ly real one:
You are asleep and I’m singing to you because
You have no thoughts to distract your ears
There is a Polaroid on the wall and in it you are naked and covered in mud and you look like the Earth I want to know you I want to ******* but I don’t know that I just know that you are what I have been thinking about when I am nowhere at all.
I have lost slices, phrases, places to you
It is only now, when I am somewhere you cannot be, that I know love.
Ummm, I don't really know where this nostalgic ******* came from.
Enjoy?
Callum McKean
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Callum McKean  California
(California)   
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