buttered burden
on burnt toast
in stale chilled air
sipped the day
not yet met by
glimpse of sun
hidden in the steam
rising off the cup's
dark surface
waited for the
push of the liquid
and its inoculates
expelled a smoke
that filled my lungs
and seared my body
hidden in the face
of listless and
bloodshot eyes
scanned black
and white and
lines and letters
waited for time
to catch up with
plans not made
hidden in the feet
dwindling with
every passing tick
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