Micropoem: Hypocoffeeracy

i sit crushed at my table…  the inequality and shameless poverty i drive past each and every day rips open my chest grabs my beating heart and begins to squeeze… completely overwhelming me as i signal to the waitress to bring me another dark roasted Rwandan blend pour-over  [For more Micropoetry that i have been trying out this year, […]
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Published on July 26, 2015 05:25
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