friday
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Muslim new year was on friday,
Christian it was on friday,
Both we cellebrate on friday,
God thanks for this day.
What are you doing on Friday?
Would you like to hold my hand and walk by the river?
Would you like to cradle a bottle of wine and a whole box of ritz crackers?
The feeling when I walk home
on a Friday at 2:00.
The bag heavy on my back but the
shoes are thrown as far as they can once I get inside.
The feeling when I collapse on my bed and really
Dear Friday,
Why do you never want to play?
Eveytime I think about you, it's like your galaxies away
I want you here and right now,
Not later or in an hour
Theres so many things to do,
We wondered through the silent pines
Stepping over shrouded roots
That intertwine under the earth
We could too if we choose
Do you know how you move me?
Do I trust those two hands?
The bare sand bears only the smell of salt
Upon its desolate skin
Waiting for that high of
Lotionous water
To breathe life to this
