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Hole @ 05:05 pm

There is a hole in my wall...
I didn't make it
It wasn't here when I left for California
It was here when I returned
My house-sitters plead innocent
But there was no one else here

Sometime it's hard to trust...

And will the hole generate a rat?
No hidden box of childhood secrets in there either...
No magic world...
Just plaster mites.


31.8 @ 11:46 pm

I can't help but relax
With all I should be doing
It's difficult keeping up with myself
Left in other trouser pockets


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