airport floors are cold
and unbending
the lights never shut off
the same recording
cuts through the music
blaring down the hall
speaking to no one
at three in the morning
airport floors
feel like hell
especially when I know
**** well
that it's only an hour flight
then a forty minute drive
to see you
to see you
with my own
two
eyes
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
airport floors are cold
and unbending
the lights never shut off
the same recording
cuts through the music
blaring down the hall
speaking to no one
at three in the morning
airport floors
feel like hell
especially when I know
**** well
that it's only an hour flight
then a forty minute drive
to see you
to see you
with my own
two
eyes
Daniel Magner 2014
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