Slow


 The night was real , the train late, the nightmare enticing 

What if my friend was doing time and my enemy was a millionaire 

What if the essence was baking and the bread was enlightened 

Who are you to want to fake identity when the time of faking has already gone

There was a time for fake smiles now it’s over and done for

There was a time for fake love now you can only fake orgasm

In the blink if an eye pissing on idle coincidences and Facebook friends who sell products in fake IDs 

How can I speak the unspoken

 Take vacation , take time, take all you need but never complain for my absence never again…

You have chosen and this is your choice… 

 

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