strategem for the heartgame

you walked away in the hot summer sun morning without time to wonder how, just out and there you were, now your back but not here and thinking, damn this is a color dream and i'm climbing solo into your mind but your not even there anymore.

the remnants of me you packed up before you left knowing you went to dry out, clean up and i'm here, where a part of me will always be sitting, unblind, missing you.

2003-07-25 | 4:37 p.m.
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