The uniformed calmness of a long streak,
Embedded in the ground
Between the solid slabs of steady concrete,
Is disrupted by the kind talk and holding hands
Of couples in flocks, talking kissing demands.
Heavy lids keep out the dull light of what I did
While this tongue takes flight
And my jaw starts caving in.
So now I'm outweighed and jaded by the simple fact
That dreams must come true before they can come back.
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