Asking for a Friend

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsmj0vdife4 Toes brush over the pavement as she pushes away from the ground, swinging herself in a rocker, thinking of ways to fall down.   Chains creak along in time with spring morning sounds, The quiet outside is deceiving, happy birds almost go missed, She wipes away tears over tethered wrists, another's secrets clenched inside, hidden in …

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Give Me Coffee…

... Or This Means War... A Bitter Battle With Winter As told before coffee... It's so stupid cold outside I would rather stay within these walls and hide, curled up in my blankets with a steaming mug of joy. I take in its phantom aromas still weighed down in darkness wrapped in the confines of …