I wish there was more.
My dad slept in and snored.
While I piled feet of snow on my yard--
around four.
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Smothered
like prison bars pressed into skin,
Painted face.
Lying smile.
But you keep coming back....
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Skate in the same
direction.
Watch kids eat it.
A middle-aged man reliving
his past.
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Tired I am.
Work I do.
Sleep I not.
Customers sucks.
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The cold air bites at
my skin,
The snow falls like
a heavy blanket,
the night is white,
the stars are hidden.
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