Spilled coffee over torn pages,
light withdrawn into dark cages,
lamp flickers and so does my mind,
words fail to hit me in every fucking line,
it’s been time I wrote a true line,
that clears thought,that smells divine,
that drowns me in a ocean sublime,
I feel agony all around,
all quiet here,still so much sound,
there is no cure,but I will be fine,
writing isn’t easy,that is how I deal every time.

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