these thoughts are why i have no friends
Sunday
oh how they go.
the tears.
they fall.
down her cheek.
rain hits the roof.
the dog barks.
my mind is wandering.
cut the line,
to keep time.
safe in my pocket.
meet the river man.
he plays a banjo.
he sets me free.
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