Coffee House
Where ever i lay my head
can only mean
that our time here
is sustanined by a new low
Are these narrow stairs
a way for lithium
to pure out your soul
This is a complete aura
to cry like an angel
as my chariot awaits
For me coming home
cause i'm gonna make it.
poem by Shai Cherry
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