it’s another
lonely weekend
another lonesome walk
down
the socio path
gonna head
to the laundromat
cause
the washing machine
is still dead
take a trip
to the farmer’s market
watch the families
happily stroll
and buy fruit
hit up
the thrift stores
search through
other people’s
memories
write poetry
about the things
that i dream
so desperately
of having
that are
so very far away
yet
as close
as my heartbeat
I love this!
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thank you. it makes me very satisfied whenever some of my scribbles make an impression.
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This is really good.
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thanks River. it always means something special when you comment. not sarcastic
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Well, I hope you know that I dig your work even if I don’t comment often.
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I do. It’s why it always means something when you comment.
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I just don’t ever have anything intelligent to say. Not like that always stops me though.
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I find it hard to comment on a poem usually. There’s only so many ways you can give praise. I feel like a bot.
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Yup.
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