and today, the rain came down like a joke
i've been awful tired lately
it might be about time i qualify for twenty seven
if you think i'll spend my life like you, richard, i'll learn to make do
but in secret, i'll solicit unsolitary scripts
with carousels
and moving trams
a banging screen door
saluting its counterpart- the threadbare mat
still, it seems growing old
means getting used to being
more alone
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