Anticipating the,
Reaction of another soul in it,
Juggling reality.
As the bath water grows cold around you,
Mouths waiting to be fed,
I walk lonely through the streets of New York,
Thinking again on what the psychic said,
Wanting to just keep some semblance of it,
Knowing it's all or none,
But if she didn't have some ESP,
Why the same prediction,
As the others?
It's not about the words,
It's just the chance for a new perspective,
And something else to talk about with her.
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