a river rogue,
a dollar's drudge,
a couple beers and me.
the conversations
that ensued
were further blows
to my soul's calamity.
where have i heard this?
everything sounds the same.
silence is sacred
but it's a loosing game.
take up your garden.
breathe in between.
tomorrow is not ours.
there's virtue in waiting...
in waiting in waiting in
waiting in vain.
yes
-i-
can-mode goggles
on..
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