a good night's rest and something to calm my mind
soft hair, cotton, and leather boots
steaming cup of black coffee and a slice of bread and butter
growing nails and cold seeping through my windows
moments in which i no longer trust anyone
obscuring the future during sleepless nights
when love has become just another cup of stale coffee
and interests rely on objects.
red. brown. white. purple. black.
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