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Robert Rado

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The first sounds in the morning.
Clichés.
Underhanded double entendres.
My broken coffee machine
spitting out malice, loathing and
judgement of the sly variety.
A caress turns into a twitch and
I remind myself
I must descale the machine
before I get overwhelmed
by the shadows around.

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