AN EVENING WITH MYSELF II

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Me
It’s the same me
Same old me alright
You remember from part I
It is me on a different evening,
365 days later
I still spend my evenings with myself

Friends
I lost a thousand to a year (3 per day!)
You know the friend in my dreams
I lost her too
She left me & my empty dreams

Dreams
I stopped dreaming altogether!

Poetry
My woes have doubled
And so are my verses

Girlfriend
I need one; so I can have some dreamless nights
Met a chick last week, had to set reminder to call her!

Suggestions
Please text suggestions to the following number
3600 only in the year 1996
If you are reading now, it only means you’re late
I have sorted my life out!

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