Sunday, June 12, 2016

8281. NO SENSE LEFT

NO SENSE LEFT
There's no sense left licking the
thing now : never enamored of
amateurs anyway, I get so tired
of just watching the try. Please,
then, close that gate where the
car's just entered. That guy's 
done driving for the day.
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This building swarms with people
on certain days : a flag on the
roof entertains the thoughts of
a celebration. Those who know
know when to show. All the other
times, it's here boring as hell.
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There's no waking the dead from
even their living coma.

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