I miss you so badly that my brain is blocked

Cannot look ahead of time, nor back

I felt your scent this morning, coming from the front yard

Roses, grapes and other stuff

That lotus plant, in that chic pond is blooming now

I meditate thinking of the burning death of the mighty bird

I am that bird

I am that fire

I am that lion

I am dead this morning

Coffee, coffee, coffee

You are about to give me the 4th injection

It’s almost noon and can’t forward my objection

My knees are weak, my head is light

My coffee is strong, can’t wake up if it’s light

Oh November, why are you starting this fight?

You are the rain covering the day light

You are the clouds covering my mind

You are the cold freezing my heart

You are the evil colonizing my soul

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