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Jan 2017
Cold caffeine
Warm room
Rain outside my windowsill

Quite chill
Somber tune
Waterfall which turns to snow

Hissing heat
Radiates
Truth until it’s known to me

That underneath
Every tire
Grinds the morning words to speak
Grind
Colm
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Colm
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