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In the morning i wake up(or sometimes early afternoons)
And rub out the build up of last night from my eyes
Pulling away feelings or romance of the past
I wash with greasy fingers penetrating deep into matted corners
A drink that was shared with strangers
A lonely kiss from evening skies
A bike ride down saturated sidewalks that still thirst for willing (soles)
I roll another cigarette of passing nights and cheap tobacco
And inhale it to the point where my lungs begin to expand
Hold, release, hold, release, draw in and let loose
Continue this proscess untill the cold seems less apparent
It seems i always get here, when voices arise or laghter alludes me
Standing outside of lonely buildings that are filled to the brim with conversation
Alone, teeth chattering, (a constant state of hunger)
Chewing the moths from near by light poles, and licking the water from they're metal frames
I cant help but feel alone in this world composed of constants
I cant escape this disconnection from my heart and solid ground
If i contine to stay in motion these lonesome nights will slowly fade
Or atleast thats what i keep telling myself hoping these words will bare results.
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