Sitting at a desk
staring into space
scratching your head
I'm sorry it was me you chose
I took away your anchor
and now you're just
d r i f t i n g
going through the motions
Anchorless
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Festival
Long day
past where morning sun shines and into the dark huskiness of night
fluorescent lights beating down
then flickering off
a fanfare
a reflection
a redemption
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Instincts
Some things are just instinct
like when I just ran to you
as soon as I saw you
and hugged you for -
oh yeah -
the first time
very very platonic of course
you're my big brother.
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Flying solo
Your solo is like sun shining through the clouds in my heart
it's like a platonic ballad
it's like you are playing
through first loves
and forbidden loves
and grass in the summer
and crunchy chips
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