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Back to New York

Stuck in the middle of Nevada

Neon fish in the sky, flashing lights

The yellow cab pulled up in a blur

I said goodbye to my best friend

I think he kissed me on the lips

Or maybe I just imagined it

Men never say I love you before goodbye or after

Even on drugs

What a crazy night to have run away from home

And an even stranger time to feel so alone

© The Sad Owl

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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