Untitled (Jan 2017)

I left many ghosts in the city,

where Saturday was barely a memory,

and Sunday never happened.

The people there saw through me,

as they impersonated my friends,

milking my resources,

and supping on my nonsense,

sapping; clapping the clown.

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