this play is something of an anachronism, now

i have this thing for coffee.
if i dont control, i can take 4,5,6... DOSES a day.
that bitter-sweet taste.
that that lingers.
that that refuses to leave.
at the back of the throat,
on the lips.
but it burns me from inside.
like inner fire.
like heated molecules dashing towards the nearest exit.
in a race,
streaming adrenaline.
that small kid you see at the mall
that will not stop jumping.
and in that kid,
that heart that beats,
for something else.
and cause i'm burning,
i dont get to sleep at night.

deceit!
it is just a lie.
it is just heaty.

For you.

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