hide and seek

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i spent time in a thirty-ninth printing
living a history not of my making
and it would seem that i have lost myself again
in the short pants of seasons past

the day-shift shifted home while i smoked
and the heat was still unforgiving while i wrote
but here i was
stuck in the passage of time
hearing the ice cream truck song while
i sucked on a lime

and i remembered that my love
will always play hide and seek
maybe for another day
maybe for another weak

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