Starbucks Can'T Solve Everything Nk
The pain swings up,
Like bright mornings,
Moon dog nights.
The pain swings,
Down we go,
Into the depths.
Feet feeling
The body's heart pain.
Coping mechanisms sought out:
Time, mediation, sleep.
Fishing? What if I caught a trout?
To break this mental hold?
Starbucks can't solve everything.
Even now time runs out.
With so much more to say.
The sweet, sick swinging of the pain.
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