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I sip day old coffee
Smoke stale cigarrettes
On early mornings.
I bleed frosty dew drops
Trickling down my skin
Numbing
Dulling
I say to myself
"I do believe we are dead"
Your face is frozen
Cemented by indifference
And I wait...
I wait for the warm hush of things being okay
To caress my ear
Thawing
By your breath...
And it never comes.
So I sip day old coffee
Smoke stale cigarrettes
On early mornings.
I bleed on everything
Like wine down my skin
Numbing
Dulling
And I weep to myself
"We are Dead."