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GIVE ME CLICHES

My pen

is stuck on

the paper

like a baby

on his mom’s

nipple

and here is

what the baby

wants:


Give me

Raspy voices

Give me

Yellow fingertips

Give me

Half empty glasses

Give me

Smoky coats

Give me

Slow ass pianos

Give me

Scarved skins

Give me

Red cheap wines

Give me

Open windows

Give me

Unmade beds

Give me

Crazy men

Give me

Leather boots

Give me

Unknown poets

Give me

Drunk old women

Give me

Empty corner bars

Give me

Film noir

Give me

Vintage pots of tea

Give me

Smelly books

Give me

Wrinkled newspapers

Give me

Black coffee

Give me

Therapy sessions

Give me

Spiritual gatherings

Give me


CLICHES

CLICHES

CLICHES

CLICHES

CLICHES

CLICHES



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