Sunrise in january

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6:30 am
Sitting in the
empty station
With
My espresso
Nirvana
And Bukowski

Smiling at his words
What is the worst coffee of my life
All of a sudden
Turns sweet
Like waking up
On a warm summer morning
Cause it's probably just as bad as
his red wine

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