January 28, 9:11pm
Excited and frustrated
Maybe almost panicked
Tap tap tap a keyboard flies away
Sounds of expedience running through my head
Taste of the tangs left on my lips
With remnants of a smooth burn
The addiction always fits
Vision quickly moving
Just so much to see
Drawings to the left, piles on the right
Life simply strewn about
As the door opens the buttery popping smell
Wafts through my senses
The smell, simply a memory to taste
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