champagne bottle
heart
untethered by everything
that used to hold ground
i am nothing but a cheap cup of black coffee
steaming for old brooklyn to drink
oscillated by the change of season
yet impeded by the gray residing in my soul
living a pain like this
so unenlightened by time
the basement me
willing to go another round
hoping to uncork
my champagne bottle heart.
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