Montana Svoboda

I sleep alone without you here

Yet I know you're very near

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Our appearance said we are

intelligent

and our attitude applauded

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Struggling against the mundane and masks we wear,

the pure and eloquent alike fail the art of forgetting,

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His exclamations are incoherent as he lurches by the tiny coffee shop garden

I find a shred of comfort out here sitting in nearly-snapping plastic seats and taking in the caffeine

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Shins are screaming

Is it the way I walk?

Right leg shorter than the left

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Struggling against the mundane and masks we wear,

the pure and eloquent alike fail the art of forgetting,

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“The Willing Spirit”

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Black magic coffee beans growing in rows

Goodness knows how long must we wait,

For a season of rain and sun in the breeze

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sweetie,

she will leave you,

and if she doesn't

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Me and Jack are falling way way down

into Orange, into woods,

on phoenix wings and ribs of steel,

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