Tastes Bad. Wakes You Up.

part of my load
I squeezed you from...
birthright?
oh, I let you believe
more freebies?
they taught me I woke up
and a clean floor is less than a myriad bad java dream
*time to play the game*
small nicotine on pavement
rattling through the darkness
a myriad bad java dream
tickling the fancy of close
clutching, hybrid, symbiotic
brothers, sisters children, friends
scarless under sun-drenched shy
waiting on the infinite
slowly whispering the names
of Dawn

Email: myriadbadjava@rockstarmail.com
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