Americano

A handful of heat, coffee tastes sweet in the bottom of the mug

Splayed out, dissected human bug, body chopped and tugged

Catalogue my suffering, patch me together with hemp twine

Ignoring every sign and warning, falling is soaring interrupted

A life defined as loveless, a body bled out bloodless

This mud is sticking to my brain again, no way to win

Don't you hate it when it don't work out 

Hanging around until you can't leave

Cried all my tears and can't grieve

Nothing left to even believe

🌷(4)

◄ Boundsouth

It's raining ►

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