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whoartgos:

you took the sun
and presented it to me
should i forget that
occasionally light does
smile upon us

and every morning
it does indeed flash
toothy grins till my
lids comply

left to wonder if you’re
still sleeping, dreaming
of me. something mundane
maybe, where i don’t look like
myself

but you know it’s me

won’t you save your
best poetry for the
inside of your pillow,
frames my face, wished
i could fall into you
forever

(via whoartgos)

whoartgos:

Turns out
we’re even
less than a
face and a
name.

We’re a laminated
piece of identification,
a drivers licence (good guy), a state id (bum),
a passport (foreigner), or a ghost (me).

Collecting lint,
like in the movies

Wonder if the
milk of human 
kindness will
carry my suitcases
back where they
belong. I’m a grey
face, indistinguishable
from the pavement that
frames it, tonight.  

(via whoartgos)