Monday, June 9, 2014

Repeat

I see the boy collecting fingerprints from a girl 
As they kiss over the warm pavement 
I see the newspaper black and cold pressed spreading disease 

I grab my coffee and watch the clouds warm the shadows over the mountain 
The music drifts into the back of some memory of you 
As I drive 

And it's all I think of 
As I put the song 
On repeat 

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