She lays in bed, drowning in the sun. Wishing the cloud would come around.
She gets up and drive to the near-by coffee shop.
Gets herself her daily dosage of cold coffee and goes home.
Clouds roll around and she lays in bed.
Watching the clouds, 1 by 1.
Sitting back and relaxing.
Drinking her cold coffee and smoking her last cigarette.
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It's an Understatement
PoetryBeginning to end, there is no real story line, there is just an abundance of poems place into one page.
