thankyou for being, doing,
thinking.
for listening to self rightous
rightside rants under roof under rain under
clouds above us.
for coffee brewing while i smoke handrolled cigarettes
not by my own.
for believing in me being more
than i am now because we are.
past ever present
in words worth more in twos and threes
than their actual meanings.
no phone rings.
self exile or self preservation?
thankyou for helping me survive outside
this digital world we have imprisoned
ourselves in.
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