Everywhere I go
I find another poet
has slept there before
with the sheets sweated
under a pillow filled with
glorious rubbish
a radio station
stuck on loud and demented
that you can't turn off
it is love to love
you can never hate the streets
a poem left behind
yd better start associating
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... poets?
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everywhere I go
in their pyjamas
looking for a coffee
or someone's poem
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I always take the weather
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splitting the ends :)
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