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Haunt Yr Own House

from Greater Horrors by Jules Burne

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confusing satellites for stars,
getting high in the back seats of cars.
this is what i was trying to avoid.
spit in yr own mouth, haunt yr own house.

i hope that yr happy, happier than me.

you talk of amsterdam, and how you've never left the country.
i wasted the best nights unaware they were significant.
if the magic fades and all we got left are moments, that's fine.
everything has to change in the wake of passing time.

racking my brain to find something clever to say,
to fill these holes of awkward silence with meaningful conversations.
i just like the way yr name rolls off of my tongue.
can we drive around the city without a destination?

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from Greater Horrors, released February 21, 2020

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