Friday, 17 November 2017

weekend approaching
fridays limp along as if
we don't mind waiting
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    I can hear the train Whistle, and distant rumbling, Makes me feel lonely
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    you think i won't leave, your anger like a prison. freedom: happiness
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    the hole by the fence and the absence of barking suggest i'm dogless.