Posted bydaveboyer Leave a comment on 
 in nothing
 the morning 
 still but
 cries for
 seed or
 sex split
 the dark &
 in pours
 the need
 coffee
 with heavy
 feet & to
 scrape 
 dreams from
 the face
 that needs
 to face
 nothing

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