the day is a nothing
no SOH
a smoker who doesnt like walks in the park
theres wind
like stale coffee breath
the sky is the colour of a 3 AM ashtray
its noon
a noon thats nothing
nothing o clock
the cafe is dry
mismatched couples eat fat meat on square plates
like the cafe thinks its something
MOR FM
a meth dead diva warbles crowd pleasing seasonal cheese
thick and heavy
no insight in the thick mud
the day is a burnt crust
dull and blunt
naked grubs underneath
from extension.entm.purdue.edu
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