ending the fascination with youth
with potential
in truth
these kinds of things die slowly
they always act like
they always act like
they don't know me
in the open street
in open air
near the big concrete
when i stop to stare
at the house kept neat
complete complete
get enough to eat
but expect to leave
expect to be
suspect
to be
object
to be
circumspect
at night time
and in the day light
with a smile lies
the boot
brown
eyes
time
is
tight
except that
it's not
it is anything
but
right up to
and until
the clock tick
tock
tock
says time
is
is
up
i always meant to be reputable
but
will it stay fair
that question knows its answer
it never
really
was
and
curtains work wonders
with whys
and because
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