What Do You Call The Flip Side Of Manic? Up at midnight for The first time In a long time- Starting to forget What I came here for The feelings are familiar, Parallels of last February- Same green-eyed girl, Same strange winter weather. Same music travels through my fingertips, Down my spine. This time my tone is better, And I, half the wiser for Having been here before. I guess this place in personal space is An occupational hazard Of a love affair with the act of Disappearing.
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