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Click hereshe's chipped, black finger nail polish and hidden tattoos
i'm long, lazy Sundays and yesterday's gym shorts
Forgotten Time's Passing.
she's anti-nothing, streaks of blue hair and the faint, leftover scent of cigarettes
i'm loneliness in crowds, running in nightmares and ties and jackets and button ups. masking
Nothing.
Endless Hour's Happy.
she's beatnik turning hipster. action's folly always leaning forward, beyond
I'm progress's chains and success' virtue, the myth, the cage, and behind.
daily specials and top shelved, prudence and luxury, but no matches.
we meet in hope
less glimpses and glances
laugh buzzing phrases. touch unbalanced places. love in silence and smiles and
eyes;
nights are wet. young. blind to futures.
battles are carnal. psychology zealous. philosophy righteous, yet afraid.
Opportunities Past's Present
she is not a woman. merely dreams and an empty chair.
and i am not a man.
only ghosts.
And safely
Parted.
coupled with dreams and imaginations. TK U MLJ LV NV