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coffee for one
two smokes in the pack
late in the night
table in the back
coffee half gone
smoke the last one and then
watch it float away
then never more again.
I cannot decide…
is this a much-enjoyed, perhaps even anticipated ritual for one…
or is this a lonely, lonely one?
I’m there . . .
good cause those things will kill you you know…coffee though is the nectar of the gods
This needs a raven or something.
Nobody ever comes by the back table, tho…
Kissing a smoker is like licking an ashtray, which I don’t particularly enjoy. I hope it’s the last one. Coffee breath, however, deal with it!
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