It was a summer snow fall
The tree still budding with inexperience
The sky was sea green
I saw myself talking to a women I've never met
The volume of her voice carried a level of intimacy
That suggest we shared a constilation
But
That's not the case
Her lips were pierced 20 minutes past the hour
Bells in my head ringing like usual
Warning me of the approaching dawn
Wanting to wrap this up
Take this time with me
I may want to see it later
It's been forever since I slept through an alarm
Deep sleep sentences
Handed down
From below
Don't judge me
You're aware of all the things that's going on
While you're still daydreaming
Still thinking
"That would..."
Be
Nice
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