Hello USA.
A poem of question, that offers nothing.
Where nothing is the answer, and we all want everything.
Cluttered.
but maybe living off immediate gratification speaks truths louder than anything.
I miss a friend. He is lost somewhere in Omaha. Somewhere in the middle'of America.
I am overly emotional about it.
And I know the answers, but I wait- and for what?
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