The vine that's gotten tangled
I lost my grip and by now i've been strangled
Alone with no torch
A phone, a busy signal
another back porch
bitterness, this complexity
a fire broke out and then they left me
Alone to keep guessing
steadily inhaling the dream
left to contemplate the one thing that is missing
the tone of a voice
words that were spoken left me no choice
so i walked as i stared
i've been left in this town
with nothing but air
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