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Nov 2013
black coffee right when I wake up
two ice cubes to cool it quicker
& a cigarette to drink it with
looking out
over my surroundings
bleary & unfocused
honestly, still cross-eyed
mesmerized by the way the trees move
the bird's disagreements,
their restless indecisive curiosity
& the swiftness of the cloud's divorce.
I never realized before that I am an artist.
Written by
Amelia Jo Anne  Canada
(Canada)   
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   Nat Lipstadt
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