| all around, back and forth, the sickening smell of insignificance.
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| I’m used to it now, I must reek of it.
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| the density of the air was tangible today, it was way too heavy for me.
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| I woke up an hour earlier,
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| I am eager to amaze myself for all the things that I could do,
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| but most definitely won’t, during this loose hour.
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| another day, predictably mundane,
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| another scratch on the surface of the 7"ep,
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| that is my life… it keeps on bouncing!
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| (all around, back and forth)
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| my «columbian (medium roast) full-bodied with rich flavor"coffee.
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| expensively tasted like sewer water today.
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| the «normal and subtle"sour taste couldn’t be sweeten at all,
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| no matter how I sugared it.
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| how many times have I wonder if this taste wasn’t impregnated in my mouth?
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| and once again (and as always),
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| I’m having a delightful conversation.
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| with the refrigerator by my side, he’s always complaining,
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| I’m used to his point of views now, his constant mumbling…
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| drastically sarcastic, almost has bitter has my coffee.
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| he seems to have an opinion about everything?
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| an instant passed, then I remembered that I have an optic sense.
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| ah, there its is, my 4th floor morning-view of a sunlit back alley.
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| down there, an ant-like man is wandering,
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| nervously looking all around, back and forth.
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| and once the tension is gone, sure that nobody’s there
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| (Unaware that he’s being stared at),
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| unzip his pants and ungraciously expose himself
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| in order to piss his way trough my alley.
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| I am almost has relieved as he, once he’s finished,
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| but for obvious different reasons.
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| happily confined, thoroughly hollow and unfulfilled.
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| I think I’ll go back to sleep.
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| (Is it possible to be sea-sick on firm ground?) |