Sans You

Cold beer on a warm porch, sans you
There are conversations in my eye
If we could converse as two

Both would lie

Hot tea on a cold bed, sans you
There are flashes in my eye 
If we could view as two

A crooked sky

Warm tears on a hot cheek, sans you
There are feelings in my eye
If we could remember two

Just passing by

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