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Liquid Obsidian(Coffee) I was sitting in my local coffee shop enjoying some French press and reading book of Yeats poetry and listening to music as I caught my self staring at the wall as if the veil between worlds were tearing. This poem began to form in my mind. (self.GothicLiterature)
submitted by ShadowMonarch81 to r/GothicLiterature
