long lost trodden state
where do you wander off to
little lonely star
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i smoked cigarettes
thinking about you only
piece this last with you
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writing here again
out of pure necessity
what do writers do?
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little cute readings
dharma bum sipping some tea
climbing the mountain
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pour up cup of joe
coffee date with a cute girl
cold brew with oat milk
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got to write the novel
i tell myself i’ll write soon
yet i put it off
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energy shifting
avoid the place it drains out
seek pure energy
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all goes up in smoke
lost just blowing in the wind
souls live forever
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someone says hello
I respond back gently… kind
so nice to see you
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haikus kind of cool
art is in the poetry
ignore the complex
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bored… so commonplace
you could have thousands of books
yet never read one
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sitting all lonesome
someone sits by close to me
numb feelings trickle
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