I know we'll never end up together
That's the secret from the fortune teller

black coffee

dry wine

the sour sting
of waking up with love
troublesome and futile
mingled with sweetness
of knowing what the poets talked about

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Every leaf
helps
thicken
the carpet
&
soften
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