Smoke'M

none other than that...
forgot on remembering
is responsible

so what be the end...
being it was just a dream
that is the problem

i heard you laughing...
outside my door at some joke
but you're not nervous

a situation
clearly speaking otherwise
it just a lost cause

the others first place
out of ten and yours is last
just some written fate

money lenders frown
these odds speak of avalanche
and freak money wins

the lotteries not yours
and the whole point of this is
disappearing now


stan sand
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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