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I sat there topless in the heat
with the glow of monitors tanning my tattoos
and bits of metal as I sucked down ice cube
incased daydreams and tickled your fancy
from 5 million miles away.
I took your ambitions
and labeled them as my own
while scribbling notes into my spine with the sweat of summer
and another year gone by.
Too Fast.
I shift from lingering to liquor
and sing my tune of sorrow for your eyes
because I know your ears could never catch words
whispered so softly.
I miss you...