.Downstairs, halfway dead,
Sucking down coffee from a black old fountain.
Is your home where you lay your head
Or where your fake swordfish is mounted?
Eyes-cross, habitually
I would leave the room prematurely
With a tiny little pile of dark roast grounds
Where I on.
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