Every morning is the same for me, I rise, I pad, I create hot water that I stain black with bitterness, a substance that does please. I open my laptop, attend to the various avenues, hoping, wishing, waiting, for the stats to reveal certain clues. Is it bad to hope for the 'views'? [...]
Poem: My Morning Show – 30/06/20

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