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Leftover Yesterday
waking up between shoulder blades.
broken wings meant for a different time.
you are a far away dream,
and I am a feather on the wind.
can you feel when I write about you?
sad songs for sad lovers with no face.
I am a stale beer in your left hand.
you are a Kentucky bourbon in my right.
straight shot to my heart.
bleeding passion on a two a.m. trip to nowhere.
