| Another youthful plan gets dragged ashore
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| One more angel fails her pregnancy test
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| Diploma dangles amid grade school photos
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| Yearbook autographs are my only connection
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| The disappearing ink signatures are like fossils now
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| I’ve driven stories into the ground
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| Lost track of faces I swore I’d always remember
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| Childhood left without a sound
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| I stare at old drawings and things I’ve written down
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| And I think the disappearing ink sketches must be from another world
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| 9 years ago I felt like I’d be young forever
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| Now phantom former loves have apartments with no address
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| This shapeless poem throws new shadows
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| As it stretches farther across my lined paper life
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| Another color fades from memory
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| One more dream gets tangled and threatens to drown
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| Kisses sparkle between cloudy weekdays we waste for a rent check
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| It’s checkmate for most kids. |
| We play by the rules but it’s
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| Someone else’s game. |
| How I miss the secret sounds. |
| A fluttering eyelash or a
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| Dance floor collision
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| Childhood left without a sound
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| Our eyes were stuck on angels as the plane went down in the distance |
| The search and rescue future still has much to figure out
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| If I knew then what I know now, I’d know this thought is over
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| Why waste time on time machines?
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| They don’t exist or make you younger |