void of substance
drained by self-consciousness
i look at you too much.
the bottle pours forth, like your confidences
when mixed together,
with lemonade.
my heart has four chambers
and they are all empty tonight
footsteps could echo through them-
strangers leaving without a word-
and we could be strangers
in our latent romance.
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