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Oct 2020
I stare at the cord
connected to the wall
and think about the reason
I continue at all.

The friends I never
and the ones
I thought
I do,

The people at
arms length
that I wish I never
knew.

It's hard for me to swallow
the single serving friends
and to know that again tomorrow
they'll make friends again.
Justin Phipps
Written by
Justin Phipps  Denver
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