Cappucinos taste better in your own mug,
and the air is cleaner when you're alone
The air that spills through your window
-not filtered, delivering every atom of the world
it holds in itself,
and spreading it shamelessly across your unmade bed.
Today bitterness and dishevelled hair
are your friends.
Just you,
and lazy, disencouraging Thursday mornings.
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