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Flow

There's nothing quite as soothing

as a nice, hot cup of coffee;

the milk, forever circling,

entrances this young soul.

 

Somewhat bitter,

with a sweetness masked beneath;

boy, it gives me the jitters

to recall such a feat.

 

I trace it's flow,

down

and, for once,

I know exactly what I've found.

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Published
May 6, 2010
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