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I suppose I could break down
like Judas
I could put on my crying shoes and
shuffle the ash piling at my feet
There is one lonely street light that I can see
it spews orange
I wish it was not there,
it punctures the unglorius night

I was in the woods, about to write you
But you are not inlove, with me

I am watching a red eye flight pierce the sky
it reminds me of a plethora of love songs
someone is leaving
or coming or deciding to stay

either way, I'm sure it's for the best.