There's something about the chill in the nighttime breeze as my foot steps on the pedal,
the alignment of the stars tell a story so much deeper than my own.
yet the ache in my bones longs to be released
my life is a plot, my days are the scenes
my senses are keen and everything seems infinite
i long for a boy who doesn't even know my last name has only one R and two L's
who doesn't know that the older i grow, the blacker my coffee gets
that my tastebuds must be an equal amount of sweet and salty
that my head is filled with imaginative ideas that even i cannot grasp
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