observing human life
and the quantities in which we strive to
beating ourselves with diamond addiction
presidents cry and we sell their tears
behind alleyways and boulevards
brief encounters we ponder on flicker the lights and we fail to replace the bulb
tred lightly on the balcony of desires
dream room is metres away
exist in the keyhole of cravings
waiting in the mustang for my fantasy to return
tune the radio of souls three degrees west from the sky
breaking through the white noise of identity
pondering on the qualities of the jumpcuts
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Author:
tyler wyatt (Pseudonym) (
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