inbetween birth
and death
there's a filler
of booze,
and dates,
funerals
and kids,
and it's never enough.
some
just like sitting by a window,
watching the street go by
in the forms of cars
and schools of pedestrians,
and anything more than this,
is more than enough.
either way,
when enough weight
is added to the space,
then everything is complete.
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