the suns been up for a while now
it’s about time to throw away those bottles
empty the ashtray
and wipe off the mirror
what did you do
not again
and again
my oasis next to a minefield
and it shrinks with every indulgent escape
i feel eluded by a feeling i’m not sure I believe in
and I’m searching for it here at rock bottom
i love seeing your poems every day
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