Gibberish

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60048
United States
42° 17' 12.732" N, 87° 56' 35.8224" W

you'd listen to the same song

over and over again

until you hated it,

until it became just another song

in your playlist you'd always

skip over but never delete.

 

and you'd drink vodka

over and over again

until you forgot your surroundings,

until it tasted like water,

like absolutely nothing to you.

 

and you'd say your name

over and over again

until it sounded foreign,

until it sounded like gibberish,

until it all just becomes

a mix of letters and vowels

and consonants.

 

and you'd tell the same joke

over and over again

until it got old,

until everyone stops laughing.

 

And what about me?

When you kiss me over and over again?

What will I turn into?

What will I become?

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