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Look down this street With only a handful of houses And my eyes land on 2880 It's a weird number considering There aren't that many feet On the street. Oh how my Feet loved that street. But weird is apt; we had A weird love like a praying mantis. Only I'm unsure who fed on whom. We fed each other. With lies and love we gorged ourselves And then came back for more. I ate you every night, But never really got full. Parasite or symbiote: it's a fine line. Fine was good for a while Like ramen in college You got me through. Your dogs were my dessert And I spooned you all the Sweetness I could muster. But it was still under-saturated I'm sure. 2880 made me Mrs. Child feeding you my love. But we both share dissordered eating. Wanting more than we'll take or give A car ride with only a hand held. I guess going back for seconds was a bad idea But I really loved the buffet. You're moving on, and staying put when I can't stand still except to sit Outside 2880 is where I tell myself I'll quit going back for more. Guilty glutton; it's what I am. I don't know when to stop. I can't forget 2880. I don't know how to end Anything that I begin Turns into a run-on when I run in. Cold turkey is the way to go Grandma did it, but she had more To lose more to love and less Time to love it. I was broken before 2880, And managed to fix myself While breaking your house That I love. It's how I do: break when enter. Small bites are easier to swallow.
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May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 2:13 PM UTC
jake-mckowen
2880
Look down this street With only a handful of houses And my eyes land on 2880 It's a weird number considering There aren't that many feet On the street. Oh how my Feet loved that street. But weird is apt; we had A weird love like a praying mantis. Only I'm unsure who fed on whom. We fed each other. With lies and love we gorged ourselves And then came back for more. I ate you every night, But never really got full. Parasite or symbiote: it's a fine line. Fine was good for a while Like ramen in college You got me through. Your dogs were my dessert And I spooned you all the Sweetness I could muster. But it was still under-saturated I'm sure. 2880 made me Mrs. Child feeding you my love. But we both share dissordered eating. Wanting more than we'll take or give A car ride with only a hand held. I guess going back for seconds was a bad idea But I really loved the buffet. You're moving on, and staying put when I can't stand still except to sit Outside 2880 is where I tell myself I'll quit going back for more. Guilty glutton; it's what I am. I don't know when to stop. I can't forget 2880. I don't know how to end Anything that I begin Turns into a run-on when I run in. Cold turkey is the way to go Grandma did it, but she had more To lose more to love and less Time to love it. I was broken before 2880, And managed to fix myself While breaking your house That I love. It's how I do: break when enter. Small bites are easier to swallow.
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