The Magazine
Running, but sitting
Down.
The sun is fading
Fast now.
Torn skin on the
stained church window
is fleshy and fresh.
I look at you
and wonder where we'll
end up.
So different, but yet
the Same.
And parking lots,
Dismantled school,
and bathroom exposure
Makes me curious
Computer code
and early was
our comradery.
And you perhaps
Normal.
What a sentiment
and nothing more.
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