in an airport hotel
so i touch your bones for the last time
the sun rises through the window
planes lift their heavy wings
fly over our heads
this balcony gives an excellent view of sky
so at four in the morning i pack my bags
and dive right in
sweet blue tastes like sugar sticks and nescafe
asphalt tastes like clean sheets soft mattress all alone
so i guess what i'm trying to say
is that i'm home
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