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Food in the Fridge
Good music on the
Bluetooth speaker
Bills paid
Money made and saved
Friend far away but near
Songs from yesterday
Lots to say
No goodbyes
Heavy sigh
Front door
Lots more
Like sunshine
No pain
Leaving for a journey
Staying home
Ok with alone
No regrets
Less frets
Open eyes
No AI's
More rain
Shoulder pain
Dim lights
No fights
Within
No same struggle sin
Let's begin
Easy chairs
TV stares
Little lies
If your high
My many Me's
I self self
I
Me
Eyes
Next door cares
Neighbors there
Hurt and hide
Come inside
Table talk
Then a walk
Down the same
With a name
A Hi hello
I got to go
Radio on
Yes your gone
With a smile
Another while
Then a plane
Still the same
Bills paid
Money made
Then let go of
Gotta go
Open eyes
Little lies
No food in the fridge
Songs to play
Gotta away
With a sigh
And thanks again
For that goodbye
Hide a heart
Make a start
With hello
And the show
Curtains close
With the day
Left alone
Alex nelson
February
2025
Copyright © Alex Nelson | Year Posted 2025
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