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Blue Bliss of modern Romance


how do I explain to you that I'm tired of smelling like cheap cigarettes
Taking dramatic stances to pull shades of purple from the sky
and subtle gestures laced with the midnight vibes
these of which shine high under the forgiving moonlight

but the ice on the sidewalk is so strong that none of us can avoid it
the compact stares from foreign faces
breaking the silence that lies discretely over the pages of the white snow.
and the god awful feeling that surrounds the indecisive air that brushes past my face

I was dreaming about college professors
and pixelated people
conversations of moderate intelligence
about half beat poets that remain attached to my mind

here we are both cheated by reincarnation
and here I am, once again attempting to distance myself from
anything that doesn't have the ability to float like the sun
as motions shift into directions I can't quite follow
I am once again faced with the question of "do I even want to?"

so I drift away in adverse footsteps
taking turns down dark alleys to see if I'm still connected
and as the fog of romance gradually fades from my thoughts
sentimental feeling overtakes me in the form of blue uncertainty

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