YOU
It's frustrating and amazing and curious and stupid
but all I do is think about you.
In the car at the bars
through the streets with Walkman beats
all I do is think of you.
At noon and night and nine and all through November
I can't get you out of my head.
Too much, two hundred percent, to the twilight of time
I'm occupied with you
and your body
and your eyes poring through me
and your thoughts
and my hopes
that they linger on me
Like, through time, and space, and inconceivable dreams and irreconcilably incorrect memories, I think
of nothing
but you.
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