Lubke (lubke) wrote,

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Its like driving standard

He finished a little short of an essay filled with all the subtle hints of how he felt


Leaving his sleeves half exposed so he could cover it up in a chuckle


Easier to pirouette away, the jester in his over sized shoes


Because its so easy to read the caution signs hanging above the door to the coffee shop away walk away


And the all familiar abrupt stop, like a seat belt digging in his chest. The violent heat then numbing sensation slowly creeping to fill its place


Stuck on the side, he just blends into the grey, slowly forgetting the color of her eyes. Stuck with an audience of one, he writes to none

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