Brimming with ideas last night
only to have none this morning
like a renewed mind -
a new fast to break -
I've emptied everything in the dark
and the light washed away the wrinkles on my forehead.
I need another coffee.
I want to fuck that Columbian.
Sex for coffee - a fair trade.
Bloody, sugary sex magic -
fuck to that whole album
and sip coffee with a pretty coked up Columbian
because I've got a crazy craving
fueled by the wrong energy.
All that I desire - sex and coffee.
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