Vomit

Writing on a whim
Not writing at all
Turning of the turned mused
All used up and wasted
The day passed
Passing to the point of no return
Like you in my mind
An escape to oasis or entrapment of another
Listening and not hearing
Letting the music run
Race thru and out the window
That’s you
That’s me

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