i drew some
black and white sketches
last night
sketches of coffee cups
and steamy words
with no sugar
and cream.
sketches of bearded moon
hanging with
falling fireflies
and coughing out toxic breaths.
sketches of smoke
and spirits
masking the true sound
of art.
sketches of a lady in
red, walking away
in the rain
under her cover
walking away
from the black and white
sounds, of despair
and pain
of broken heart
isn’t being alone together
better than
being apart?
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