steamed windows and no clothes
your eyes closed but no doze
you say “oh” and i know
we’ve landed and reached central
and we standing; the after glow
cause we planned it from the get go
a new planet for us rascals
you grabbed me and said “let’s go”
i awake, and you a no show
“take a break” cause you said so
punch my face, i’m a glass joe
what a waste, you an asshole
after taste, still an asshole
it should’ve haste, not in slo-mo
now it’s late, i’ll let it all blow
twist of fate, now only  blinds know
cause i carved it out, so emotional
now you touch it out, a braille note

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