Turns as quickly to twice
As one into two
With self-awareness
I avoid booze as it is the path
Of temptation
My lungs thank me as I turn minutes into miles
And my breath into a rhythmic stroke as I count laps
I hear beats breaking up the street and I'd like to go, dance, lose myself against the sound, inhale the smell of hot bodies, remember the feel of flesh.
I wait for the bus and I am hungry.
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