the next day...she made coffee the first conscious decision of the day though now, it was 10 o'clock at nightthe next day...
a zombie moving through the day like an emotionless zombie (vegetated) the eyes saw but the brain did not register
listening to the same two songs over and over (the dark music she calls it) it sounds dark dark as a city at night with the subways and corroded alleys sewer grates with the warm foul stench of below wafting up and the steam dancing above in the air skyscrapers in the distance sirens around the corner taxis every two minutes and an empty bo
Dreamsyou and I at armsMarch, we saw the trees float hopelessly among what seemed to be an ocean,you and I at arms
landscape lost amidst the waterworn concrete with it's tire-tread currents (where the bored little boys and girls in shy skirts would dance with such velocity).
but we'd continue to cast our eyes on the waltzing shadows and sit
among the debris to mingle with the empty bottles and cigarette wallflowers. to me, you'd whisper, saying something soft and sweet, something typical I'd later swear, Everybody loves to be surrounded, sometimes. with my hands, I'd play the young boy, I'd play the man,
I'd play the ocean to kiss
Medicine for Psychedelic rock
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I am exactly who I pretend to be.
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go red wings
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Amanda
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I am exactly who I pretend to be.
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