And here I stand
The heavens bleed on my palm
The burn I sweat
Life verified by this heat
My mind seared with opiate memories
Embittered, waiting for death
Stalling till my last breath
Epicurean termination, my fingertips tingle
The void nears
Place my hat on the wicker chair
Do you have a dime to spare
One last cup of coffee is all my care
Let the ashen sip singe my tongue
Because I like to.
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