Without paper
I write on brick walls
Etching thoughts through tired fingertips
Flowing words curve as if lured by invisible stencils
Hugging downward sloping lyrics
Enough momentum to seek the afternoon sun
Hope and nostalgia coupled in a dance
In perfect harmony, trading leads between them
Continuing on like this, over and over
Thirsting for a never-ending symphony
Not wanting to hear the last note fade
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