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I'm young and poor, Sitting here all alone not knowing where you went, The free water cup in front of your chair is empty and mine is barely half full, Being spent in sips as the cigarette smoke whirls in the room, creating a haze and leaving a daze in my eyes, the old lonely man to my left is writing a novel, I stop him to look, groveling, “and what about you?” he laughs, “it's a story about the time I crashed my ship in the pacific ocean, I didn't have any sunscreen lotion so the vision I had shortly after was a hallucination of a beautiful mermaid woman, She helped me swim halfway to a beach before my energy was lost and I was put to sleep, After that, She spoke without speech, She swam without a breech in waves, she stayed by my side for days, I laid on her fin until I found myself sunken, rib like projections coming from my throat which filled my lungs in the dark water I was so afraid of,” What happened next surprised me, I didn't think, I took my cup and with the last of my money I filled the drink with coffee, I glanced at the thirsty old man as I walked out the door, His laugh still echoes in my memory.
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May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 6:02 PM UTC
The Coffee Shop
I'm young and poor, Sitting here all alone not knowing where you went, The free water cup in front of your chair is empty and mine is barely half full, Being spent in sips as the cigarette smoke whirls in the room, creating a haze and leaving a daze in my eyes, the old lonely man to my left is writing a novel, I stop him to look, groveling, “and what about you?” he laughs, “it's a story about the time I crashed my ship in the pacific ocean, I didn't have any sunscreen lotion so the vision I had shortly after was a hallucination of a beautiful mermaid woman, She helped me swim halfway to a beach before my energy was lost and I was put to sleep, After that, She spoke without speech, She swam without a breech in waves, she stayed by my side for days, I laid on her fin until I found myself sunken, rib like projections coming from my throat which filled my lungs in the dark water I was so afraid of,” What happened next surprised me, I didn't think, I took my cup and with the last of my money I filled the drink with coffee, I glanced at the thirsty old man as I walked out the door, His laugh still echoes in my memory.
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May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 6:02 PM UTC
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