grasping at smoke

i am not
foolish enough
to believe
the words could
ever be for me
and that is
something to
keep me up
staring at the
ceiling all night
because some dreams
ache too badly
to allow to seed
so i sit alone
in a parking lot
outside of
dallas city hall
weeping as
the beauty falls
over my wispy
insubstantiality

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