Not exactly dressed for the kill-

Hell, she can’t even walk

In a straight line-

But she’ll still be able to find her way

To you.

In these heels,

In those thoughts,

She dances with wine bottles

While headphones play

Some song

That had nothing to do with you.

Bare feet circle bare floors;

Bare hands hang onto

Bare walls-

Or the toilet seat.

She feels poet...

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Bakers and coffee shops

Line the streets,

And I find myself

Nestling inside a few

To find a comfort

Only coffee beans and bacon

Can provide.

Warming cold hands

From frost;

Warming strangers to the

Idea of companionship

And togetherness.

Wholeness.

Mugs and teaspoons

Hold a special place

In my heart;

Teapots and saucers have

A special kind of solac...

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