one year since i met you
on a cold back porch
chain smoking with numb fingers
fell in love and lost it somewhere inside a drunk summer
left to a new skyline
and came back in seven days
slept on your chair
and everyone's floor
starting selling my time
found a home and collected paper
scribbled notes to sing or read
and you have a baby in your stomach now
then i forgot my name, and made up a new one
colored the sky blue and learned how to ignore the cold
then caught one
locked myself inside notebooks and nickle wound string
started breathing again
and we don't talk anymore
in one year
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