I’ve been sitting in the crack in the couch
tapping my feet on the coffee table
pourover in hands
left
right
must write
what can pop up in the sphere on top of my neck to make me spit out words
too many screens
after all the paper in front of me used to be a dead tree
too many sighs
after all I left the pain and got what I wished for
too many souls
afterall we’re just one mirror
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
I’ve been sitting in the crack in the couch
tapping my feet on the coffee table
pourover in hands
left
right
must write
what can pop up in the sphere on top of my neck to make me spit out words
too many screens
after all the paper in front of me used to be a dead tree
too many sighs
after all I left the pain and got what I wished for
too many souls
afterall we’re just one mirror
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