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Jun 2015
We're all dead here, so go ahead
and smoke. Have a drink. Play a game.
Sleep, or don't.
****.

Go! Tear yourself apart living,
if only just to spite the bored
and the apathetic.

Outside is warm and trees
or cold and grey.
It's nice, enjoy.

I'll sit here and wait quietly.
Not just bored. Not only
apathetic, but made up.
Illusory.

A reflection in tinted glass,
waiting for something interesting
to happen.
Jaime Nautte
Written by
Jaime Nautte
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