8-track tapes
amtrack trains
heart pangs
freshly cut bangs
salt in the wound
woman on the moon
volcano ready to blow
on yr nose, drink spilt
on those new clothes
a door opened, a door closed
left our coats in the coat check room
to grow so
we wear our shoes a size too big
plans
to live,
small bills to spend
yr time
with me; i’ll open those eyes
pretty and then you’ll see.
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