i still visualize brothers living in substandard conditions
waking everyday, still the same routine
in my mind inundated by thoughts of cowardice
shuddered like a train rack, crushed like a bean
retreat is not an option
but to escape is the ultimate blunder
the weather still the same, handshaking the same moron
the day elongated, by a quarter
oh.well at least the pothole is safe
the day will come when it will of use
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True - same s-t another day