…a quiet quill in translation deliberately hanging in air
whispering intimacy in tempo unanchored in gravity
between every heartbeat to hush tracing the vowels
like a metronome bleeding softly on a paper
with no punctuation, but a pulse
of the ink’s intoxication, carved on a tree
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…cold coffee and cigarettes
my obsession...cold coffee and cigarettes turning to ash.My fingers...
