Poem: The black ink cafe
The Black Ink Cafe
Intentionally empty
Just an average hole-in-the-heart
For whom it won’t concern
Doors wide closed
Coffee as strong as snow
Gleaming on the inside
Tarnished on the outside
Raped by the hearts of all
Who just can’t remember to
Tip
-Matthew A. Davis
Photo by: RR Abrot on Unsplash
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