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Coffee Shop Chaos

"...listening to the ambiance, this poem grows from my pen...."

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Author's Notes

"I randomly wrote this while sitting in a coffee shop."

Haversack abandoned

White birch tree grove

Nevermind that my heart never drove so far from home

Than when I set my sights on you.

Ate eight grapes to forsake the forgiveness in your shade

Petty grandstanding bastard

Love-child-having,  cutthroat stallion

Your reins are better as a gallows rope

You told me you loved me

Even though you wanted me to repeat it back reciprocal

My spirit cringed

So I said  ‘nope’ 

And walked away

So you jerked off to the memory of my sashay

Thinking one day, I’d return

Like your messiah

The only return from me would be from your shallow grave.

Haunting the lives you’re yet to birth

On every iteration of Earth.

Written by OpheliaTusk
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