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About Last Night...
The powerlines separate us from silence,
Buzzing, though we werent sure in which direction.
A backyard and a faint light, a different light,
Discussing a week without the sun.
The ground littered with empty cans,
Full of unrecognized thoughts of you in disguise.
Cigarette smoke paints vague invisibility,
I wanted to breathe you in back then.
And about last night, i could've sworn you were there.
Or maybe it was lack of sleep, you have the same effect.
The clouds cover the stars, as i ponder,
Could an unwritten law still be woven into the sky?
Or would that be the contradiction we needed,
To bring ourselves back into focus.
And about last night, i could've sworn you were there.
Or maybe it was lack of sleep, you have the same effect.
We spoke nothing of it and its best that way,
To pretend that pretending is a surprising thought.
So after all when the powerlines save us,
We end up not needing them at all.
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