Monday, November 20, 2017

Southern Drop, 2029

I wasn't as tired as I thought I was,
and I deserved more credit than this,

they would find me,
one day,
no,
one night,

under the fringe trees,
at the end of a street they envied,
and that I took for granted,

and much too long,
and much too late,
I would learn the virtues of company

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