poetry

Jobs

New York City NY

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The exit will come Someday Patience is the catalyst Waiting and watching Document it somehow Leave a trail To a dead end “They don’t add up” Hoping someone, someday Can read between lines Was this a thesis? Too abstract Like over sugared coffee A gross kind of sweet Wince as you swallow Maybe you ‘get it’ Maybe you’re drunk

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