I was in
between pages
a book without
binding
You let me stay
with you
one night
a moment's notice
we were friends
our lives derelict
unusual
the music
the midnight
oil
bands like us
cannot make it
no more
traded street level
stories
left out
again. in the sunlight
soon to be
exposed
before dawn
you were kicking
back. i was several back
packs deep to and from
Magnolia street
several unsavory characters
wanted a piece
of me they
could not catch
me
thank god
for this
bicycle...
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