Friday

hear me with your eyes.

psychedelic cheerleaders and neon lights will fill the air.
Hearing gypsy jazz and speaking French. I could only
Communicate through my sound, through my music.
I have no concept of time when my mind is lost
In her electric love. the lights will flash green and no 
will approach, my love for her is gone. just like 
my mom.

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