Your copy of Mencken's Chrestomathy has my muscles in knots. It's as if I'm a charlie horse... don't bet on me... but don't put me down. Let's always be the inside of outsiders.
We reconnected when our eyes matched the sky. Funny how we seem to fall apart at any other time. It's like the way that people forget that the romance in Paris can still be tragic, and that even Willy Loman died in vain.
I guess our heads are like traps more than anything else. A halo around your head, and you around my arms. I'm still a lonely circuit not even sure if I wanna be plugged back in. Blue veins admiring blue moods. Your fingers are hospital beds. A healing touch reversing a train wreck.
You're the world's first secret. The headline behind all the flashing lights making my head spin.
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