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PatienceStaring at the night sky. / Back to the asphalt, / waiting.

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CoincidenceStanding sober here. / Surrounded by drunken cheer / I wonder, coincidence?

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yesterday's jeansan empty wallet / a few crumbled up credit card receipts / and the spare change leftover

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The Words "Best Friend" become redefinedThe liquor hits heavy / As Saturday night usually does / One lone soldier on the far end of the table

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Monday NightChair rocked back against the bricks / two splashes of blue / glossed over and steady

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My Escapesneakers laced up tight / double knotted / and tucked in to the left side of either shoe.

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IslandThere’s this dream I have, / the wind soft on my face, / the salt smell of the ocean inhaled deep in my lungs

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