food court
You think,
you see
me
in infinity
of gates
I was late,
so awkwardly
like every design
like since,
you think
vulnerability
has made me cry,
you can't understand
the useless frames
of windows so
expressing
so like
you think so
know sick-ness
I'm unique
to your every-day
of a food-court
Not a supreme,
I will be so high
as I was born to die
Cocaine
in a red-neck salad
I've forgotten
my lines,
something,
without
my manners
I just wish
to dig in
to her soul
breathing
baked bread
and her
smitten
in the back room,
like
I've seen
you
like
no old
towel or broom.
I've a thief
in hearts
but
most of all
I've left apart.....
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