Monday November 06, 2023
When the jitters push I move. Make more coffee. Smoke as it brews. I rush back up to the apartment. Got to busy the mind, or else it floats to thoughts like loneliness and death, and finding someone to help me forget them both. So I write a short story. I get what I want in the end…just kidding.
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