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Monday, August 3, 2015


laying next to you baking in the heat

I just love the way you

smile at me.

I keep quiet

I know what all this means

but right now

its best not to speak

Just focus

do your thing

I'll keep walking

writing everything until it becomes sane

I hope I die a saint

not in a religous sense

just some marijuana stench

and someone whos memory makes you smile.

I dont ask for much

it deals with alot of denial

I dont crash that much

IM mostly up at night

I think Im happier when your here

but thats few and far between

so I think about it like an anchor

like no storm could ever tear me away from your peir.

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