Description
DEATH CAFE
What happens when it stops dripping?
The length of it rips me apart
I asked and how I receive
It comes to breathe in me
Like two lovers in embrace
A religion chanting at the top of its lungs
I am a teacher cause I’m a ripe student
In need of this knowledge
It kills me to learn
I go to the death cafe
Everyone’s ego is on the table
We drink our enlightenment
We are the revolution
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