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I Miss You

I sit in this unshaven room…

Just me… dejected… alone…

With lonely thoughts that loom,

Sporadically checking my phone:

That noxious scene so banal

Of hoping maybe you’ll call,

But, alas, I know you never will,

So please hurry up, Dreamland,

‘cause I desperately need a thrill…

For no pill could calm this calamity of

Asking how many more inebriated nights

Must these memories return to your love,

Strolling, stumbling ‘neath cold city lights;

Wondering how much more I can sustain

From this heart of mine beaten from blue

To black and back to blue again ‘n’ again,

Meeting strange eyes I see right through,

Too hollow to wallow in another’s brain…

I miss you.

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