catatonia


He tells me its not enough
to dream
unsettled on the couch.

I tell him its all I can be.

Send it, tail between the legs
expecting something in return
empty my pockets
and I nothing to pay.
I check my bags
resign my self, a long stay
empty my pockets
I have nothing to say.

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