this tropic of cancer

who avoided who on the night of no confessions. follow tracks in the sand to reach my destination, but its too far gone now. motion pictures are tatooed in the back of my mind. do the city lights still consume the bright of the sky tonight as i stand here without you in my arms. you seemed so out of reach as we floated through the dark. who knows what kept you company but i was in indefinate isolation.
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