money spilled on the floor on the way to the hole
pick it up, buy a book where they don't remember your name
it raises a pile of paper molded into a tower unstable
the socks are soaking wet
the speakers they don't work the speakers of my computer
work i don't really enjoy the sound but it's ok
finish the spliff, leave it but you want to work
you made it alive, to the sound of your own
hearing you speak at my reach out of reach it's ok
no explain it's plain right it's plain spread all over where i go
pristine the pine where leads the pipe
long ago now
gather my thoughts
i feel ok
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