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Cold Coffee #1

Poetry By: Alex Watts

thoughts are sometimes a bit jumbled

Submitted:Mar 17, 2013    Reads: 17    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Cold Coffee makes me sick

each burdened lip splits

set in stone

cold in tone

love me less

the moronic iris

coat my evergreen body in tonic

miss the sounds, the sounds euphonic

and sit

sit, poor boy

the puppeteer, the ill-fitted toy

sit, poor boy

ill-fitting decoy.


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