Cross legged checking phone
The spice in the uncaring sigh
Clink clank around
Smell of sweat
So many men pretending
Drenched in their sweat
Trying to scrape by on the standard
Rushed outgoing breaths
You crosslegged in the middle of the noise
On your phone
Preparing for the next exercise
Swinging hair telling your friends the news
Smooth out of the hidden steam
Freshly created in the struggle
I reel it in
minds like mine need to surf it
Even on those big waves you knock me off
I get back up and invent my own story of who you are
Crosslegged life goes on around
machines move, men grunt hoping to be seen
Uncaring sigh is syrup
I can feel it smell it dream it from anywhere in the city
Slowly creating the person I think you are
But she is not you, you are not her
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