A lonely ride
devoid of music and fiction
A  borrowed pen
solace to this rhthymic friction
So many things to write
easily forgotten by the end of seven days

A minuscle beggar
with eyes that would remind you of twinkling stars
Outstretched palms, grimy faced
A big apple is offered
and this little god of innocense
blesses me with a toothy smile.

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