linger
a little longer
whittle all the while
I want to close my eyes now
sometimes for good
and miss my next
walk down Abbot Kinney with Chloe
run between the tree line on San Vincente
drive along the hills of the PCH
guitar song sung
poem written
JD Salinger book reread
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