my obsession…cold coffee and cigarettes turning to ash.
My fingers clinched around the quill’s flesh, penning ink
to the dark side, slowly a minuet. The coffee reflecting
each stroke I make, dragging the shaft…oozing in my mind,
sluicing my ink in paragraphs, a meticulous dance with
torrents of cold coffee and cigarettes
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