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Sep 25
Coffee
I lay here in bed
Yearning for the taste
The only reason to get out of bed

Coffee
The warm comforting feel
Filling my mouth
Filling me with hope

Coffee
I look forward to it
I want it first thing in the morning
I want it last thing in the evening

Sugar
One heaping spoonful
Stirred in to get my fix
Sweet, sweet bliss to rot my teeth

Finally, I feel "normal"
MadBunnyScientist
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MadBunnyScientist  26/F/Oregon
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