slurped hungrily, the coffee was,
as i chewed gently on the edge
of my deep green straw.
so lost in my inked reality
i must have deprived many
from a drink at my table.
but my eyes and fingers work together
and the pages, as on their own accord
build the world enclosing me.
as i consume the coffee
the book devoured me
to the last world and period.
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