Faster than a speeding bullet.

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The music

Blaring from the jazz band on stage was stern

The voices that crowded around small wooden tables were secure

Among the loud and inebriated conversations, no one could hear anyone

The lights dim and the wind was chill enough to feel the burn of alcohol down your throat

It was here, that I felt like I was somewhere 

In this one city that isn’t particularly anywhere. 

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Just tell me

Before I’m done with this cigarette and the breeze chills the tips of my fingers

What you dreamt that night, and what made you call me midway hysterical

With talk of the sky collapsing and the ground faulting, and how you were looking for me

And how you woke up searching and yearning almost writhing at my name

And what made me remind you that you wouldn’t have to look for me because I’d be right here

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You are going to diein your best friend’s arms.And you play along because it’s funny, because it’s written down, you’ve memorized it,it’s all you know.I say the phrases that keep it all going,And everyone plays along.Imagine:Someone’s pulling a gun, and you’re jumping into the middle of it.You didn’t think you’d feel this way.-“Planet of Love”, Richard Siken

You are going to die
in your best friend’s arms.
And you play along because it’s funny, because it’s written down, you’ve memorized it,
it’s all you know.
I say the phrases that keep it all going,
And everyone plays along.

Imagine:
Someone’s pulling a gun, and you’re jumping into the middle of it.

You didn’t think you’d feel this way.

-
“Planet of Love”, Richard Siken

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