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I prayed to God in a parked car.
Woke up to morning and streetlights.
Legs out the window, the world at my feet
But I missed the little things.

On my side, on the back seat I'm spread thin
Against a lavender sunrise
And a full moon, overfilled, smeared yellow,
Fell on the buttered side.

I miss the small things.
I miss the little wins.
I prayed to God in a car park,
Waiting in the wings.

Half-filled daybreak but the moon's left hanging
Sideways with eyes wide just like mine.
Ninety degrees counter-clockwise,
Swollen in a bruised, purple sky.

I miss the small things.
I miss the little wins.
Go out and say all the right things.
Some sense of forward momentum
Or just a sense of self.
Nothing more.
Just some sense at all.

Call it a day.
It ends the same by any other name.

I miss the small things.
I miss the little wins.
I prayed to God in a parked car,
Waiting in the wings.

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