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i know from the start how this night's gonna end
huddled like parked cars, dripping with useless pretense
we vomit code back and forth through a foot of glass
i hate u but u r all i got
black hole you are my home
you flick a comet trail from your cigarette
(while i grasp at sparks like winter hasn't had its way yet)
you follow suit and extinguish your light
sidestepping truth, but it's alright
as if the worst thing i could say to you is "i miss you"
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Halfway
03:47
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here's a toast to making enemies, here's to losing old friends
if this drink is to facilitate truth i'll take what i can get
i lean in close and start to say
just between you and me, the past ain't quite over yet
'cause we were there and we're not dead
through the filter of a crooked glance and the slur in my speech
my words barely got a fighting chance, though i'm sure they did reach you
if this is youth what is old age?
you're strung out, impersonal, and brush me off like it's anyone's fault but your's
'cause no one with half a brain would meet me halfway
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Home Soon
04:48
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morning started late again
steeple bells and could-have-beens
a dimming lantern midway through travels cyclical and few
the sonar crawls for miles - a bed frame's feeble moan
laces tied and tight - into parts unknown
the star that sits atop the Evergreen; faceless, white, impenetrable symmetry
branches spiral upward and conclude like the season's telling me "we'll be home soon"
there's no cinematic fade - black, implied, and seldom played
injured mending injuries
silent gods and listening
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