Should I draw the line or cross it?
I’m at the door
The light in your eyes is ultraviolet
But we haven’t made any memories yet
Only situations, they’re not in earnest.

Two months in, I’m writing endlessly
About an extended fantasy
I’m furious at the paper and me
More time gone by forgetting
Than chasing neon lights with you
It’s my state of mind, mute ecstasy.


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