Wednesday, September 30, 2009

dirty coffee

I wake up to another group of wishes,
one in particular
come true.
Focused on my minds dumb smile
ash falls into my drink.
There has always been ash in my drink,
and a dumb smile on my mind.

I wont fish it out.
Especially if Im asked to.
But I wont ever mention again
That its in there.

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