we walk across the bridge
into the woods
the flowers whisper
secrets to each other
and smell so good
i think we might
make it
all the way to town
you pester me about
things i might have done
if i were a better man
i am what i am
that isn’t enough
you say - smile - light
a cigarette - laugh at
the setting sun
it’s hot i say - sigh and
sit down on a rock
under a big old tree
what are we doing - you ask
i need to rest
we’re running out of time
i know that
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