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The weekend we spent.
The time we kept
In an old warn down billfold like a working man buyin his cigs in a rundown gas station
Riding the time away on wings destined for somewhere else

We stopped to think if we should capitalize on the things that everyone else wants us to do
We will never bow down or obey the giant golden hands of them
They don't know the future.
They will never tell me when to breathe
They will never condense my existence into anything smaller than the molecules that my body is composed of

But what do I do
What do i do when my world is divided into a table full of appetizers
Because sometimes an appetizer is all you hunger for
Sometimes its just enough and it keeps you wanting and waiting for more