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Jul 2015
The coffee
I tasted
A long
Time ago.

Spoke the
Same flavor
Up until
Now.

Not that
I dont
Like it
Anymore

I tried
To look
For the
Best one.

Not knowing
I already
Had it.

Now, the
Coffee is
Cold.

And it won't keep me awake
Written by
Kevin Millers
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