thumb calloused from flame
lit in the darkness
The echo of fast-strummed guitar in a gym hallway
makes me feel it in the corners of my face
that thin smile I wear as I lean shyly, slyly against the pastel wall.
I was so high on caffeine and
homespun music
and the love
of friends and strangers.
I think I could love everybody here,
but I'm a stranger to them.
Their lives outside these halls are like a shattered mirror in a heavy blue summer rain,
and as I peer deeply into them
all I catch are shards
of past and present
Still, I say, I've got to say,
"Fuck people. People suck."
homespun music
and the love
of friends and strangers.
I think I could love everybody here,
but I'm a stranger to them.
Their lives outside these halls are like a shattered mirror in a heavy blue summer rain,
and as I peer deeply into them
all I catch are shards
of past and present
Still, I say, I've got to say,
"Fuck people. People suck."
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