Ran across this one in an old journal entry. Liked it enough to throw it up here. Enjoy.

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It is not some grand proverb that has tossed me back to my senses
The stench of your cheap whores...
It follows you.

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My free coffee was actually a chai

He sat with his hands in front of his mouth

He said that’s what revealed he was nervous

And his words…hesitant fluid

Boasted humbly about his Karma Darma driven path

Floating and energy and… how can I explain it in words?

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