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i can't shake the echoes from my voice.
but seven times, they resonate by the walls of my throat.
the mile is busy closing its bars for the season.
as the well runs dry for my autumn's completion.
all talk of the fiscal year clouds the tap.
one more drink. everything will go away. everything will get better.
money to wine to women to fine dining.
the pascal quarters of the working heroes.
drama makers and cake bakers. late bloomers and earth shakers.
we'll cast those huddles - all cages and erasures.
the body creates a dam. has everything gotten better?
you can be in love. you can call a cab when you're done.
you can wear your love like a crippling cast. when all else is passed.
left dirty and cast away like a shotgun blast.
if i seem unreal to you, just accept and move on.
but truth yearns for quick escape routes.
of which you've found none to part your unbridled confidence.
this palace was built for you. the honor of the cold and the few.
in sequence with the footsteps of the heart you've left behind.
here's the room with the brick wall. excuse our sentiment.
but you've given us no hope, so what good is a gaze?
a whore's trophy is always covered in dirt. best wiped with a dirty shirt.
as long as it sticks to you. everything's the best it'll be.
the mile is busy closing its bars for the winter.
as the drinks are frozen in the hail of their temper.
and by force, the drunks plow forth into the oasis. all self-induced.
all self proclaimed. all bodies in love.
the people heat is the quiet stretch of the home acquaintance.
the friction gives a home to the poor.
the wealthy exist just to produce and abhor.
while the ones taking sides will adjust from the side doors.
you stand in the middle and shout the all clear.
to be so certain that it ever was? the clouds paint the horizon.
at night, there should be stars. pictures and fancy cars.
the belief that love should cure my scars.
didn't you recall? it's been almost a year.
since medicine can't help you be quilted and patterned,
they'll stick to just keeping you - the aside.
the pills to take when you just shouldn't drive.
the carwreck that ensues when you've all been forewarned.
the crack in your frame and the blood in your eyes.
the love that spilled out that can now all but dried.
the drunks melt into the sidewalk.
the mile stretches into eternity.
there's a bar every light year, and you're in between each.
i can't play the piano. but, i'll write you a song.
the strings reminisce. everything's motionless.
