Might have to get this tattooed.
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Playing Cards.
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Take me here.
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Dusting Lines
I’m on these boardwalk streets,
and the hands that greet me aren’t from my friends,
and I know their inner child and vulgar smiles
are too inclined to lead me astray,
but I smile back anyway…
I’m losing sleep,
buried underneath these heavy sheets.
One night can last a lifetime but I know I’m here for weeks,
and maybe one day I’ll feel a better way…
Summer here, it always comes too late.
The clocks keep face but never change,
and I’m trying, I’m struggling to find my way,
and run from these darker days.
I spend my nights,
dusting lines in hope of inspiration,
and too many times,
I’m sinking wine to feel intoxicated.
I know one day, I’ll be dead anyway.
Summer here, it always comes too late.
The clocks keep face but never change,
and I’m trying, I’m struggling to find my way,
and run from these darker days.
© HeavyHeads 2013
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