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draft #2

Posted to Action Poetry




everybody's a slave to a million miles past and
you always see the road run like a crazy-eyed girl.
but you were running yourself ragged yesterday.
you can't forget it.
tomorrrow will be different you tell yourself.
see you then. i'll talk to you then.
but don't try and confront me now.
i'll just look through you and tomorrow will turn into yesterday.