goin where the people are
so you can
miss your solitude
playing music outside of rite aid
with a white hat
that time has dyed with a brownish tint
housing itinerant dollar bills
until the shift manager
takes pleasure
in regretfully
telling you
you need to leave-
company policy
and there was a dog
laying next to you
throughout a half decade
harmonic circus fiasco
and
it makes you cry
thinking of all the times
she laid next to you
then walked with you
somewhere else
and laid down next to you
again
or curled up next to you
when you were hysterical
in tears
just the packs
company policy///
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