nick low Poems

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1.
Lunch

Will you respect me less?

As we sit, folded fingers at the ready,
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2.
Scrabbling

THis place stinks....

The floors are lined with dispicable letters.
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3.
Blue

when time tells tails, on my life, my living.

I look to you for signs, unbroken rhymes that skip within my rhythm.
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