Second Act Third Scene 04.06.06
Converse till every bird begins the chirp.Hours spent,
Only to know someone too quickly -
And all did was discuss myself.
Is this what cerulean blue
With a warm orange hue in the east sounds like?
Last stars fade into light
While I compose on my drive back to the ideal.
Somehow, help me hear this out.
Perform what's already become life.
A single doe streaks across seven lanes,
From one strip mall to the next.
Did she even see my headlights?
Hazy head,
Blurred vision.
I swear - it's clear as 5 am.
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