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the mojo

we heard him for miles

he was drunk, because i could smell the whiskey in his smile

and he looked up, somewhere past the moons

and he said,

“damn, i miss my friends”

(yet)

the old man told me it's always foggy near the ocean
and i carried my basket
all the way home
that night