New homes.
Green lawns and cloned construction.
Tigers and sunglasses to compliment
whatever you please.
I kept the radio
next to the lawn chair,
it reminded me-
that I've fallen in deep.
You went away,
but I stayed by Michigan,
killed the radio,
when you walked to the door.
There's way too much work to take care of,
you'd just add hurt,
or some variation.
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