the project

he began to realize it was all the same
the weather changes an d meals vary but when every day ended it always ended - began - the same and he wondered when it would change
so they all wondered, for him
and they ate rice, well

I look over,
two drunk people selling glass, I thought maybe ,
I wondered if I gave you that glove .you'd say
oh, girl, I've got th em all
I dusted it off, held it while you went under
I said
I want-to-be the one to show you something, to stick

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