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Jul 2012
I cradle the cardboard cup in both hands
And bring it to my face.Β 
The warmth still lingering on my cheek,
I take a sip and swallow,
Ignoring how it scalds my tongue.
It burns a path through me
As I touch the cool metal of the kitchen counter,
And the caffeine courses through my veins
Never reaching my slumbering heart.
Batya
Written by
Batya  Israel
(Israel)   
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