daze.

When I am back on home grounds I still find your hairs laying around, Tangled in my sheets.
Our foot prints on the streets, I see them.
I see the dead birds, I've been seeing them for weeks.
Last night we talked like people, Not strangers.
But it was strange. I felt like I was talking to some person while waiting for the train.
I felt like I was in haze, let go of me rage. 
I don’t know how long this could last, probably days.

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[Calypso]

I can't believe you're not more popular. Your writings are so clear and emotional they hurt. I love this.