Maybe

body fluids, and black coffee...
pawnshop of the heart,
the corner of third and fifth,
or maybe...

they're talking about invading Iran
and the stock market jumps.
gas prices inch upward,
and maybe, just maybe...

you still taste like cinnamon,
and ashes...
maybe....

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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