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3:53am, thu05jan
i was able to follow you
all the way to the sea
you see you left a trail
of mostly neuroses
for which i wrote these songs
long since lost in the trees
i breathed
your scent carried deep
leaving in its wake weak knees
no thirst slaked here,
just a feared naked breeze -
lacking beard insulation,
breaking hard in the freeze
listen to me
(4:08am)
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1:48am, thu12jan
"did it all just get too real?"
your going is unreasoned
basic point-and-run stuff
latitudes wrap you like silk
you're a season to believe in,
you're warm coats on the beach at dawn
i, to the almosts and maybes,
"was it good for me?"
should be; safe journeys to the sea,
to sleep freely in heated relief
i'm the water treaded in the waiting,
i'm a cigarette and a shot of bourbon on waking
(2:05am)
1 comment:
a season to believe in. i like that.
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