i always eat the same foodsrice and beans and a side of something or otheri always go to the same placediners with coffee, greek salads and wifii always sit in the same seatby the window, near the outlet, the headphones come oni always visit the same museumrembrandt, hopper, the hudson river school paintersi always hear the same songssad and dark a guitar and a whisperi always watch the same showsfunny or dark or someone ends with a broken hearti always walk the same streetssunrise mornings twilight skies shadows in the nighti always have the same friendsa gay guy, a drinking buddy, a single mom, a wounded souli always write the same poemsmelancholy blues on a crooked roadi always have the same conversationsthe struggle, the medicine, what the fuck, and possibilitiesi always dream the same dreaman ocean, rain, the sunset, a beeri always cry the same tearswhat will break my heart today?
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