And everything went horribly mad
Everything was a mash of colors
Everything I heard meant something else
But I didn't care, I took everything in
Because that's what caffeine does.
'What does texting look like?'
Right now it's looking like an airstrip
Where words are made of little
Letter shaped planes
Finding their way to you.
Then the room went swirling
Swirling along to Mina
Down into the dark called sleep,
And I dreamt of the coffee in my veins.
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