these thoughts are why i have no friends
Friday
nails on fingers
Fall out of time, the river stops.
Churches stay the same, inside
The places where we smiled.
Love creeps in, but we have to
Accept the winter’s rain.
We can’t have it that way .
Dog days scream the city to sleep.
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