On Mute from Passing Dreams by loner spring

waking up to remember my passing dreams as we walk down the streets of the city and we sing. down the streets feel the warmth of skin, down the streets feel the rush of the wind, both reaching the marrow of our bones. listening for melodies reminiscent of your voice, impossible to find, dark blue. i make coffee, let my coffee sit, i make coffee, sip my coffee, let it sink to bottom, man, i’m dizzy. i could listen to you all day long. i wonder if you know i’m still here, cause i know that you’re still here in the chambers of my heart. having a hard time lately, can’t admit i’m sad, baby. put on a smile when i want to cry out. i always wonder where you are. do you wonder where i am? do you wonder how i wonder? do you wonder how i am?

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