ahundredthousandmilesanhour
breathless,
dizzy tailspin
into the unknown depths of
single dimensional
caricatures.
I love the way
we fit like
pineapple and salt.
truth comes in
shallow sighs
clueless frowns
and this guitar is eversoslightly
out of tune
with the rest of us
common folk.
is this how it's meant
to be? just a fraction
of freefalling for
we're not perfect, no we're
no superheroes, but
I'll save you any day
the rain falls on the plain
of the less than familiar
but altogether comfortable
you.
. Arigato .
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