Dreams Of An Insomniac
Glimpses Into My Sun-Lit Mind
Tuesday
Jake's Bar March 14
He
cranks up the Jazz
cigarette smoke
swirls from his
hands.
The moment
is now.
He wants it.
Everybody left
besides you
besides him
on a Christmas
lit porch
in the
middle
of July.
With
no one but
God and
the Moon
to witness
your
presence.
Sunday
Miss Regina's Lyrics
This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
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