please forgive this prayer,
I've made many oaths, and
I'm just so lost; out there;
but it goes like this,
the air conditioner hums,
I can't tell what's going
on outside,
it could all be over, just as
easily over as still going,
I didn't look up at the clouds today,
often I forget they're there,
if I died right now
what would I remember?
nothing--
Bless those faces I've seen,
they carry with them the sadness
inherent in existence, and
I was made to write it down.
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