HOPE, FEAR, HOPE

its freaky late
we feign ate
boring chats we're eating
with boredom as the spice
hoping tomorrow would be pay day
i'd say no more
only than i'm a second banana

that thought
thought of being a second banana
not to any other but the one i dream
i stopped dreaming and saw reality
t'was real life with bad breathe

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