Life, Before Serotonin
Wish I could get on with it,
so I didn't have to sit around
and think of what it was
I wanted to forget
or remember
or want,
and get a dream to live in.
waiting
Cha, cha.
Like so much hot pastrami
Sliced thin.
resting, resting, resting
Gone.
© Montana Blue
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