STOLEN.
Years ago from me.
No reward.
The laundry of life
never stays
folded.
I confess:
Sometimes, I can't
help liking myself.
If you start
early enough
it's still yesterday.
One day
I sat down
and never got up.
I eat,
Therefore
I am.
Living on the street.
A neighborhood
of one.
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