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Goldenrod

Metro Louisville streets, the promise of a stiff drink
A 20 sack of weed
Heavy blankets in the back when I need to dream
Hand warmers from Dollar Tree
A few one dollar can teas.
Its week three,
Flattened in the back seat
In the winter, freezing
Swiping left and right for warm sheets and a release
Tonight I wont worry about where I will sleep
I only packed enough food for a week
Eating is a treat

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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