Coffee House

I wrote this last week sometime.

-_-
I sat some-
where drinking.
By myself
I had burned
my tongue
while reading
about war and
boys. Ridiculous
rules of engage
ment. I sat there
and some girl
said I couldn’t
smoke. I beg
to differ.
I should be
somewhere else,
living, but I sit
here scratching at
cum stained jeans.
-_-

Cheers

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