Quill Aquiver

Written in a coffee shop, for all you lonesome lovers.

I will not settle for muffin scraps,

those neglected shavings you pay no attention to

but which I might bite on fast and swallow

and so delude myself I have been given the real thing.

They are but a poor fragment

of the full substance of your sweetness,

and you will leave no trail of crumbs

for me to follow you home.

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