as the coffee
swirls along
the subtle empty
that spirals
deeper into
the darkness
summing up the
essential blocks
to building this
blank faced fool
with ink stained
fingers twitching
to accentuate
the confusion
in his bewildered gaze
as the
monochromatic skyline
blurs into
concrete edification
highlighting
the spaces between
a train whistles
off in the distance
headed anywhere
but the stagnancy
that permeates
a morning sky
woken beneath
that doesn’t carry
the promise of
your mouth upon mine
to start this day
one where
the coffee is
just ink smears
along the prevalent
fault line
this aching desire
at the edges
undefined by
stained glass soulstutter
painted in
every scattered
random ray of sunshine
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
The beginning of the title sounds westerny and now I imagine you’re a gunslinger or something like it
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eyes squinting in the sun, hand hovering over my pistol as the bandits cower behind stagecoaches, as i try to simply deliver a missive of love. seems right
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Rape whistle!
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😳
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🤨
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🤔
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Oh nevermind I misread that
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wrong whistle, i can see that. easy mistake
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I had thought you said ‘missile of love’
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ohhhh. right. that changes the whole the meaning. my bad.
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Good morning
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it is now, good morning EC
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