The day you packed your bag
You took away my freedom to breathe
The spring bouquet smells anosmic in shades of grey
Turning my face to the sun takes me a morning of energy
The afternoon is occupied by staring at
the morning coffee stain on my t-shirt you once wore
You left me with a lone pathetic shell in zombie distain
Flicker of Thoughts 
Wow! But like I said, pain can create beautiful art
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I saw a man in a local cafe staring into the void, he wore a white shirt with coffee stains.
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So you wrote this about him… cool idea!
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A stranger inspired me
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I used to write with strangers
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Lol indeed you did
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=P
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I am in a grey writing space, it kinda fell out. This was meant for a collaboration but it felt complete as it is.
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The pain of loss, I know it too well. You’ve captured that loneliness and emptiness perfectly, coffee stains and all.
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