A small dose of life.





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The point between real life and a simmering dream
is where I found you, you seem a little sleepy,
like a dream that never fully wakes,
the coffee that sizzles on your tongue
masks the smell of Whiskey from last night,
and in-between the sips of coffee,
I hear a little voice, a voice that screams,
a voice that feels misunderstood,
a voice that hasn’t been heard,
someone who longs for their hands to be held
before the empty hands set in after the finished coffee.

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themed by overratedvogue