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Saturday Night Philosophy God
shatter half-full poison bottles - so my heart has a friend,
relive the past for it distracts - from an already encountered dead-end,
why do i have to rerun, doesn't make much sense like two pennies,
i miss you like people-watching, like the 4 a.m. uniqueness at denny's,
over and over it replays, savor every imaginary split-second,
to find you i've acted, not as if i sat and simply reckoned,
to no avail,
wind died in my boat's sail,
just like that,
the day repeats, reality repeats, over and over - just like that.
