Each streetlamp seems to connect to my gaze
The skin of my cheek presses against the chilling glass of the car window
The soft vibrations of the car put me into a deep sleep
Yet even within my dreams I still hold eye contact with the lights
The bright flashes hitting my cool dead skin infinitely
My eyes forever lay open as my body leaves me
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I love the poems that just make you feel surrounded by what the author is describing, and make you feel by all the senses. Amazing poem, I write some too, wanna be friends? We could exchange some!
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