to the ruddy youth who will never be mine

[train_station]

everytime i try, i manage to disconnect,
move farther away from you
so i sit here and watch and listen to your voice
your words sound like sharp crags and waves crashing across cliffs
and winds that howl
green grass, tobacco, ale -
slurs, drawls and lips i will never taste.

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[bodiddley]

oooh .)