Midnight, maybe four,
no matter the time, I yawn
and sip my warm drink.
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Mug between my palms, steam rising, then fading out, snow taps the window.
By Luna Jordanabout a month ago in Poets
I have dug my fingers so deep into my arteries That I can taste the hemorrhaging pain of last decade's memories. What a silly little way to pass time, shredding my neurons
By Silver Daux5 days ago in Poets
99 problems, and now this chick decides that I'm going to be problem number one! 99 problems, and the way she tells me - I need comforters, like Mary need Moses, or was it Sharon meeting Jean!
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By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P about 24 hours ago in BookClub
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One can never go wrong with a warm drink hehehehe