My words an ice box to the space between us, now it’s frozen
The knife I use to hack it back is dull but can be sharpened
I want to will your laughter back, wish air could spread like butter
On the toast that we shared at the Good Time Diner
The pleather booths are green like coniferous trees
And just as ancient
We always managed to ignore the cracks in their seams
But you’ve got a life coach now
So you’re unearthing buried things
And I accept the side of dirt with my fries at the Good Time Diner
Good Time Diner
Isn’t quite what it seemed
When we were thirteen in the back seat
Seeing things we’d already seen
Do you still think we’d be friends
If you weren’t such a part of me?
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Candy
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Deep Cut
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Emptiness
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Filter
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Garden
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