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tar black town

26.4.17

That sweet cherry
That ripe orange
Licking it off my lips
Right into your heart
Driving the car
Through the 1 am frost
In this tar black town
No heartbeat
In these streets
Other than
the one we share.
But didn't make a sound
Not even a smile
The cold truth awaits
The truth that
You aren't even
Real