pdlyons on December 4, 2012 at 2:16 pm said:
via 3) My Kitchen at Midnight.
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you might have woke
slightly
hearing the clink of stirred coffee
smelling the vague smoke
last bit of an old joint
invisible
morning
ghosts
never knowing
daylight
fled
the youth
fleeing
from
old age
midnight
in your kitchen