hands shaken
a done deal
now unbecoming
and pretentious
as may be the case
I am not the only one
the harsh reality
back to square one
abstinence
but a fleeting dream
of brighter yesterdays
now dissolved
into a wash bag
of nothingness
alongside
every other wash bag
neatly tucked away
for times of desperation
this late night dalliance
with some words, rhetoric
are but a stone
in the grand scheme of things
a stone nonetheless
unfettered creativity
the enemy of boredom
an end to boredom
awaits me
on the other side
where wash bags
were once full
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