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Ruffalo Rodeo
04:14
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I don't remember conversations, dates or names, important faces or the streets I lived on.
They all just roll right off of my back;
So how can I recall that I don't recollect all of that?
Your cheeks were flushed when I had played all the words left in my hand. "I fold" hovered in the air and choked me out when you had left.
Your feet point towards mile markers and the rest stop restrooms you wish you'd never visited
Because you don't resemble your reflection or its refracted intentions
but I think you'll find no better parallel than yourself
I hope that you're making steadfast progress on yourself
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Fishing
04:41
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we were idling in Sarah's car forever
we'd always reiterate our distaste for everything
and how we both wished that this place would extinguish
but I remember when illumination stopped existing
and how the lines of this city began to read like bad poetry
I cannot reinstate a tenth of the emotion
and I cannot resurrect this rigor mortis addled corpse
we were in Tyler's car, punch drunk with facial scars
leather jacket acapella... I can't remember the rest
but I know that on Pilot Rock the Fates weren't smiling bright
and through tear soaked pick-me-ups our hearts dissolved in our guts
voting is hard and climbing is even worse
choices grinding against the blood soaked grounds
and even if we never register again
i'll still think of your last grin and move past what was within it
we fall in love with ghosts and then we fall right into what we love
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my heart is beating
for the first time in my life
but I wouldn't say
i'm quite relieved by this crimson burden
awake from slumbering
I hope it taps out
before this next breath drags on just a little too long
but already we're like sleeping dogs
and your hands felt just like me
with no way to get across that feeling
to you that's alright because i'm smiling at you
and that warmth must be what my heart is breathing in right now
I don't think that I can tap out
you seem so goddamn relient on my heart to breathe
to carry you through everything
does that make you happy
does that make you anything (more than some broken heart's afterbirth)
I don't know but i guess i'll assess the data
run some schematics
start the procedure again
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