Here to stay
at least for a day.
Wondering what,
anyway.
Here to stay
exclusive to none.
Running away
before it's done.
Here to stay
in another space.
Not enough for us,
anyplace.
Here to stay
in a fortnight's hope.
Living it up
on a wayward note.
Measuring now
all diversions old and new.
A soupçon of drama just for you.
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