A blank pad on your lap starring. A pen lying beside it. Just that. 

I used to paint letters with red, silver and yellow to savage love. Just that. 

I used to sing a ballad and inked its shadow on a scrap. Just that.

I used to bed the night with an alphabet- threaded-mustache. Just that.

Just that. 

Just that.  

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