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Losing AltitudeAnd it's sickening the way they bleed you dry and twist the copper between your teeth.
You live for superiority and yet you preach for peace.
ishaped by the death of a star
and the birth of an universe,
the silence that hovers
at the end of the night
still feels infinitely empty
between these walls;
it is too much and too little,
between those of a galaxy
that my hands cannot graze
there is an infinity, though
that i can grasp, hidden
behind irises and in the
shadows of this aftermath
bittersweet "I want a latte. Iced. Extra cream; whole milk," she says, clipped. She would say these words so much, those "extra-cream-latte'd"–filled mornings have become a sound with no meaning.
Everyday brought the same tedious routine. Coffeehouse: the rattle among the java cups, the incessant chatter of the workers in the back, the scrambling, the rush of things. Brought her back a cup half-full (or was it half empty?) never served perfectly, with too much milk or vice versa; the exchange of a couple dollars. inhale: such a bitter feeling fills her. Ahhhhh—
This time her face twisted with uncertainty. "But, but this is too sweet. I never asked for extra sugar!" she shook her cup wildly with a growing annoyance, the jangling of ice heard throughout the cafe. then, silence.
A hand ran through the cashier's thick mess of hair. Rather than placing the change in her expectant palm, he slapped the coins
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