When there are things I can't control
Doors locked, roaming cats do paw
the distant scratches without purpose
I stretch, yawn and wait
wait it out as I always have,
action often enables
often criples
I've done nothing
perhaps I should have
so many should haves
regret none
tastes like bitter cough drops
searing my mouth, good, bad, numb
I walk away
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Um... okay? Not quite sure what to think.
But... I am leaving for Texas tomorrow! So, you'll have to come see me there, since you never came to SLO.
Talk to you soon I hope!
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