Coffee, Stairs, and Stars
I wipe off spilled coffee from my arm on my sheets
As I wish I wasn't home
Or at least not alone
Because as much as I love the dark and flatsound
Right now I just want to hold someone close
Earlier I went on a walk
And looked for stairs to sit on
Looked at people passing by
And wished for nighttime
Because let's be honest
Blackness with stars
Is so much more beautiful
Than blue skies and clouds
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