Filled Pockets
just spent
a week with you
away from the
North Beach sun
where there wasn’t any
machines to shake
or slots
to eat coin-
and my lungs miss you
filled pockets
a week with you
away from the
North Beach sun
where there wasn’t any
machines to shake
or slots
to eat coin-
and my lungs miss you
filled pockets
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