Happens all the time.

Undigging the essence of a task,
instead of proclaiming my diligence,
showing through example.

‘People do that’ is a good excuse.
Face to face.
A tobacco drenched musk.
A permanent stank.

A fear I will be homeless.
The threshold of what?

Voices shift prominence.
I knew you’d come around.
There isn’t much left to know.
I’m going to take the cake.


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