I'm torn & ratty
shoes destroyed
blisters bloody socks
throw me a rope
my soul is spent
a short poem
she says
she likes the ending
little knowing
that my alter ego
now sits laughing
on the phone
in a clean suit
in a cool office
drinking a beer
at ten in the morning
the beginning of
a beautiful friendship
she likes the ending
little knowing
that my alter ego
now sits laughing
on the phone
in a clean suit
in a cool office
drinking a beer
at ten in the morning
the beginning of
a beautiful friendship
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