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Jun 2018
Oh stranger, it's nice to meet you
but can you reconcile my mind?
Please.
I'm tired of grasping empty hands
that are not mine to find
Squeeze.
I know you wanted a friendly chat
something light to pass the time
but if you could help me forgive myself
I think I'll be doing just fine.
[Leaves]

I'll sit and talk to the bar stools
Made of harder stuff
than the sticks and mud of my soul
Well that's just tough.
Sneeze.
And hope the desperation
To be something else
flies out before I try to
be someone else again.

I stand up on the seat
swaying
Shout ------
That I just want anything here
to understand me
and grow
and watch me
check in with me
find the time
to care enough
to want to know what I'm doing
on Saturday days.
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I can't make connections with anything
it's all alien
to me.
[Another man walks in]
Oh stranger, it's nice to meet you
but can you reconcile my mind?
Eno
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Eno  25/F/Bristol, England
(25/F/Bristol, England)   
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