floating
by way of the sea, i drive
myself
to the brink of disaster,
flirting
with the idea
of successful dreams, (of happy things).
holding
seven mockingbird eggs
inside
my forlorn little pocket,
feeling
so mockingbird blue...
i continue
to drive
long after there is any road.
i saw it all,
before it happened.
i
loved you...
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