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5 Uneasy Pieces
Sometimes I think I’d do well in a padded cell, as long as I had my favorite book
I found it abandoned on a bus station bench, I’ve read it so many times it starting to look like me, it’s seen some weather and still holding itself together
A knock off beanie baby in the shape of a squirrel someone threw out a moving car window somewhere between West LA and Montebello
The ring I was wearing the night of the incident and that’s all I’m going to say about it
A phone number I’m sure is no longer in order and a box of ashes of the best friend I ever had that does nothing but make me devastatingly sad
Yeah, sometimes I think I do well in a padded cell, but the gypsy in me knows the road can be lonely but least it’s easy…
I found it abandoned on a bus station bench, I’ve read it so many times it starting to look like me, it’s seen some weather and still holding itself together
A knock off beanie baby in the shape of a squirrel someone threw out a moving car window somewhere between West LA and Montebello
The ring I was wearing the night of the incident and that’s all I’m going to say about it
A phone number I’m sure is no longer in order and a box of ashes of the best friend I ever had that does nothing but make me devastatingly sad
Yeah, sometimes I think I do well in a padded cell, but the gypsy in me knows the road can be lonely but least it’s easy…
Published 23rd Dec 2024
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