Impermanence: and other such derivatives
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oh how many days will I sit here,I would wish an eternity, for that would give the chance to dream it straight thru, thru like the hike of friends missed, though not even really gone, but yes life must go on for if not disgrace fits all too well, like the salty sweat of a hard days toil I too have dreams, bitter in my own incompletion,maybe some day rising like the phoenix I so deserve, yet not quite clear of the junk?
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Jack bellows, beckons, goosebumps cringle, delight unknown since a mere child, feels so in place, that the real alien terrain.where I sit now will never again be, though this is a usual anomaly, anomies deriving nowhere,when walking at night near alleys of a downtown joint, there is a direction mysterious, leading me not where I know yet when I make it home fall into routine, so drab I left it unfinished for what i not know that is why?
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