I am listening to
Two,
I am listening too
To,
The silent hum of golden lights
Looking backwards,
Sleeping alright
All tight in a bundle
Fighting the cold with an undersized throw.
Huddled, I muddle some words I don't know,
Trying not to show the softest spots
That I could never get rid of.
Black and red with a cigar
A younger dead when you're born
From the stars.
In darkness, discussing life's value in motion,
Taking the absolute value of emotion.
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