i let you stay there
i know you have been there
before i arrived
i can't give a reason why
i am late again
traffic is a silly excuse
there will be more hours
waiting for more of the
coming hours
there are no moments to share
you look at me
as though i am a sick man
i am famished
i like to go back home
and better spend
my time
with the refrigerator.
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