. there is a day .

when i listen to cowboy films

on the radio, carve the pumpkin,

breath held in case they scalp him.

every year the same, festival stress

reduced by wanton knowledge

that none of it matters, that I can acheive,

that maybe even, I could be worthy, the same

as you.

a surprise party after,

no one came,

no surprise, no one invited,

only you.

sbm.

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