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Wednesday, March 12, 2014

One of those nights

I want one of those nights where my heart beats slower
I want to sit down with old photos and journals and tea

Where I think about friends who have slipped beyond my prescription
Where I think about lovers and smile and lovers I've screwed

I want one of those nights when sleep is a living
I want a friend to drop off something to pull

Where I go through boxes of birthdays and presents unflamed
Where I stroll through diaries and words that went unclaimed

I want one of those nights where sweat is my equal 
I want to feel like the only man in this avenue

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