is four friends
newly found
in the dim dirty
hollowed out attic
of a coffee shop
huddled around
pixelated portraits
of one another
stockings dusty
arms sweaty
fingers boney
and nibbled
all struggling i think
to figure out
how to be
happy
and good
overly caffeinated
learning between sips
and smiles
that the soul
is a bottomless
cup
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