how can i think of anything again?
i'm too in love with a city,
its warm air to wrap around me, so tight that i cannot sleep,
and then wander its streets under orange streetlamps early in the morning,
watching flowers open.
how can i hear anything again?
i'm too in love with a song,
its rhythm and melody stringing through my ears,
lifting my soul but dropping my body so that i may sleep
and then wake up to it whispering.
how can i dream of anyone again?
i'm too in love with someone who does not exist,
and he is as pretty as a the sun in the sky,
tells me stories of what it feels like to be alive and living, in the city i love,
humming that one song, strumming it in his fingers to make me shake and make me well.
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