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Jun 2018
Instead of merriment
Tonight I sailed
My eyes to
The window and its sights:

Man walking dog in orange streetlight
Bike rushing by with boombox playing Mariah Carey
Trump shaking Un's hand,
I in disbelief and feeling wholly defeated
For now, this apparent success,
This summit that objectively surpasses
All leaders before Trump,
Will be used for the benefit of 18' and 20'

I'm tired
I think

These bell-less nights
Where the only sounds I hear
Are the turning of pages
And near muted televisions,
I'm tired
I think

There is an exhaustion in a Monday night
There is a moment of wavering will
There is the expanse of time
With so much to fill, to feel, to become, to let down

I'm tired
Of chess

I'm tired
I think
Written by
Mitchell
129
   Raj Bhandari
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