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Night writer

Olive oil

dripping from my chin

feeding your wooden floors

make them shiny make them know

I've been here

writing on my knees

I can do whatever I please

fill up my midnight cup of wine

wake up in rushing waves

of ocean salt

you walk out call out

coffee is boiling over

light a cigarette

pass it on

let's share

days and nights

will never be the same.

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