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Our wheels vibrate beneath us
But you seem undaunted by the motion.
The sun electrifies your sweater While Washington Square Park passes on the right.
The monument looks less like an arch and more like a frown. Because I know your back will never arch for me again. Our bus hits a pothole And one of us jumps as we see the airport.
Growing larger and larger through the rain.
Our momentum in this moment
Could carry us to the moon, SongtexteWhere we'd sleep in separate craters
and hum a different tune.
It hurts to think about the wasted nights I spent ruining my voice. Under your window.
When all we have now is the banal tick-tock of the cuckoo click And the silence living in our shadow.
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