mixtape

i have arms all along my tracks
the tissue that runs through magnetic strips
they don’t even call them tapes anymore
the bouncing lights that let us know
if things are gonna be alright
if what we were really trying to say
would come across
the sounds that escape the atmosphere
and penetrate the night
the words that escape our lips
and write themselves in magic marker

there were lists that we made
and never wrote down
there were songs that will never mean anything else
than what they meant
when we heard them
in a car
in a field
in a time we never imagined would pass
until it did
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