B E D

spent the morning
in bed reading poetry
that struck,
both near and far.

Planned out a life
that will never come to fruition,
again.

dreamt of coffee
and how it’s just a taste
not a need anymore.

being the perfect mix
of happy and sad
hopeful and unrequited
weak and strong.

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