where I feel like laying
on the pavement and
letting the street lights
turn me into sepia tone
Letting the sound of cars
and people become a
dirty blanket for me to
drift into oblivion - drift
into nothing - drift into the
universe for lack of a
better place to put myself
Maybe the loud and never-
ending nothing will take me
violently, like it did that night
on the bridge over the freeway
- and maybe I'll feel your
arms and chest surround me
and we can fade into sepia
together.
vjs
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