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Poem: Fine Sugar


bitter black coffee
stagnant day old tea
fermenting from hot sun

cover it all up
sugar in my cup
fine powder see it run

dashing and splashing
still madly laughing
stir it when its all done

giving it all up
sweetness in my cup
fine powder on my gun

we are all broken
each and every one
why can’t we have some fun?

bitter black daydreams
ending up in screams
fine powder til its gone…

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