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Slippery Dream
03:08
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icy parking lots
shadows moving quick across the coffee table
january, tea is hot & u make me feel unstable
colder when it melts
drying your socks on my nightstand later
for now winter's cast it's spell
+ warmth is hardly there to savor
i wanna ring you out
keep you chillin' by the window sill
icicles growing in your mouth
hands so numb your fingers feel unreal
dig around in the closet for an hour
will you ever find what you need?
spend all damn morning in a hot shower
supplementary heat
parking lot sputters spell out defeat
like singing in your sleep
"try again next week"
it's a polarizing rush
fantasize the frost finds a route to the toilet
flush away the slush
it's a slippery dream so try not to spoil it
i wanna ring you out
wrap you up and we could stay so still
icicles growing in your mouth
crystals dripping, it's colder when they melt
dig around in the closet for an hour
will you ever find what you need?
spend all damn morning in a hot shower
supplementary heat
parking lot sputters spell out defeat
like singing in your sleep
"try again next week"
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Outside My Window
03:48
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the day grew dark quicker than i expected
my exhale collected in the street light
follow your breath to find the people
bundled up, join their smoking circle
8th street makes me feel like things are happening
maybe it's everyone walking briskly
trees are wrapped in sparkly ribbon
sacrosanct beacons bobbing above them
walked into the bar, the music blaring
hello's couldn't be heard above the singing
of the woman on the stage, she met my eye
to my surprise she said my name
she said "you've been coming 'round for quite some time now
what's all this about you leaving town?
the holidays just won't be the same without your face
outside my window"
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Qwerty
04:47
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seashell legs, wasting the day on ebay
skeleton tell me where you stay
mulch meets mud under our foot fingers
qwerty flirty keyboard crust lingers
pissing off the pier, elated
friends full of fear, faded
i've got all ten toes
don't know where groceries grow
followin' fluorescent crows
don't know where lightning goes
amber stroked a fire
with rain & rust
poured solutions on tap
flames end in lust
i was just cotton plugged enough
i've got all ten toes (don't know where groceries grow)
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