in my thought-box
where our journeys are kept
all of it is there
all of it.
I don't go there often
but when I do
giggling out loud
is one thing
snorting to yourself
well that's another
we wanted
we were
we did
the boys don't always admit
that life doesn't suck
sometimes I think
that they don't even admit it
to themselves
but demeanor loses its power
when the bulls are released
in said china shoppe
there will be breakage
there may even be some blood
que sera
they want
they will
it is
it's always the banality
of each and every moment
that fuels my fire
boredom
isn't even a word
let alone an option
if you don't know
who the loudest person
in the room is...
well
I is he
now let's go
for a walk
and whisper.
I wanna
I'm gonna
I did
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