Sunday, August 13, 2017

13 august

swallowing too much hope gives me the jitters
forgive us our nonsenses but also send more
spend more time in the right mind and think clearer thoughts
ought not dwell where there's no place to stand
canned replies and a side of fries will never be the choice
broken views and distance closing shake the shadows up
wind and rain and sun and night -- a mixing sloshing cup

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