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Staring at the first cup of coffee Reminded me of my favorite color, Darkness, where for so long, Shapeless I grasped after form Through unending nights. Adding cream, I see the mocha Of your skin And my shape molds against it As the sun rises.
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Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 12:09 PM UTC
Cafe con Leche
Staring at the first cup of coffee Reminded me of my favorite color, Darkness, where for so long, Shapeless I grasped after form Through unending nights. Adding cream, I see the mocha Of your skin And my shape molds against it As the sun rises.
david-adamson
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Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 12:09 PM UTC
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