She said
Once I leave
I’m gone
And after the 12th time
Hearing it
The threat starts to lose its charm
Nobody’s going to move on
As rush hour traffic
These times
Spent, dry
To the bone
Even the patience that marrow sucked
The life, charging forward, full
Of stamina of an anemic
But life
On the 3rd try
Is what everybody deserves
Sold a book from a good blurb
You read, when you’re not moving
You plot, then execute
Or just jump, with no parachute
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