Almost went down
the same road again
at the last moment
picked up my pen
purely for form
not an ounce of desire
gone the dreamer
gone the fire
tell myself
it's temporary
the call that gas
learned optimism baby
but I'm not waiting
for surprises
angel men
in rough disguises
not looking for
props or bling
almost past
looking for anything
what
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