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saturday in sellwood

 


dawn arrives, stabs, attacks

this
estate is the old and the
poor and
the mad

some of us are
all 3, if
real life hasn't found
you yet, you might
want to
think about
watching your back

but some of us are
still here, yep, yes

some folks see life as a
competition, that trip

I suppose for them, it is

as for us, our days
are about not dying, and for
another day
living, living, living a bit

not dead, and not
forgetting that.
Written by lewis_hc (Lewis Brooks)
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