sitting on my mountain's top
snorting like some pig eating from a truffle trough
rounding like some vulture over valium's vault
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found you, july, on the beach
the sun-glazed-protection slicked across your skin.
the water spotted breeze poked holes
through your cream white skirt
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my parents always said
think before you speak.
i think i have s.a.d.
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that night i threw my keys
into the lake
thinking i found a home.
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Today I almost hit a car.
Well, the car almost hit me.
Barreling through the commuter lot,
At least twenty.
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