Snow is falling on the last day of summer
Heat off my engine kept stopping my heart
Numbing my fingers
Stranded on i75
My phone remained silent
Southside Atlanta
Need became ridiculous
Want was lonely
Ending world on crumbing asphalt
I said it out loud tossing white bread to the seagulls
Morning became noon
Heatwave in December
Stretching through the ache
Of the age I've become
With gratitude and ease
Again I greet the Sun
From your side of my bed
Where the dent is less
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| Hôtel Mercure Paris La Defense |
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