Each day, I awaken to much the same things:
A reload of cases and beings
Followed by potatoes and beans.
Layered up, heeding lust down the streets,
The pace awaits severity.
These daily meetings,
Transmissions and transgressions,
Seek to alleviate caving feelings
Through remissions.
As much as I ignite the ignition,
The mission is still missing,
Writhing, unconsciously leading
Me on
Freedom;
King Kong
Holding long
After she's gone.
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