buzz

 

i like the way it feels when the liquid

of coarsed, crush life

flows beneath my veins.

 

the brown and bitter

that’s sweet when it swirls

and on the right kind of day makes my

soul whirl.

 

it makes my brain fuzzy

and my life go in spurts,

and write weird poems like this

as the coffee buzz flows

 

 

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