Quantum of solace


I  walk alone in the midle of us.

Solom seeking a piece of mind it is denied from me.

Resting my tired bones in bodies with no names.

The pain it is keep at bay.

The remains of lonely transactions leave a bitter taste behind...

In my  back pocket a fold with bills in.

To the losers the spoils.

I have found no peace....

The End

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