Stalling for time
fingers on the buttons
in a fugutive stake-out;
ready for what's coming.
Like funeral chit-chat,
from preoccupied lips;
when my mind has this
I can't talk
This is my hundredth post. It's been a fallow time recently but hopefully inspiration will be just around the corner :)
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