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trapped in berlin

trapped in berlin
without you or the right drugs

the beer is hot
the bed is uneasy

night finds me
wearing bourbon too watery
to match my eyes

open-window-across-the-alley-man
knows all my secrets

he wept for us
the night our broken hearted piano
played a rock minuet

my wait scarred suitcase wants to ride
over a humming bridge to your arms
built by a german who was practicing
for a venue in a bigger town

i’m going to die
from never having danced with you

jesus was killed by an older god’s rome
and i can’t even manage to catch a plane home

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