Coffee injections


Warmth in its purest form, making its splendid

path down an oh-so welcoming, tired, pink

ache. Creme de la creme, worlds finest sleep

walker juice. Cocaine made from mothers kitchen;

a form of inspiration to have the kind of action packed

sex teenage boys dream about. An insomniacs courage

to produce till the sun yawns a new day and black, deep

black coffee beanbags hang under her eyes. Screaming

that horizontal dreams are a waste of life when

she inked dimensions all night long. Perpetual sipping

to refresh her tired mind.


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