Between Tres Olivos and Santiago Bernabeu
By Parson Thru
Sat, 26 Jan 2019
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Between Tres Olivos and Santiago Bernabéu
is where I normally nod off.
It’s on that stretch that I get a seat.
I’m never fully gone.
Always aware of my bag
with the lessons and laptop.
And of the need to get off.
The dreams come down like crows
to peck at the eyes of the not yet dead.
Strangers (usually)
walking through my head. Which lolls.
I know this from when I look up.
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i'm there, I feel it.
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i'm there, I feel it.
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strangers stroll through our
strangers stroll through our head every day. yeh, invite they in and have a conversation.
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