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Sep 2021
It brings me back
To the wooden cabin
To our warm smiles
And our fuzzy pajamas
To the warmth in of the crackling fire
To the way you hugged us
To the way you were before
Warm water stained ***** brown
Filled with bitter beans
Sweetened by glistening white powder
Lightened by white cream
It takes me back
To lightly wrapped presents
And the excitement of christmas
A half eaten plate of cookies
That was when your breath smelt of coffee
The one thing we had in common
But now it reeks of whisky
Now are smiles are faked
And the presents aren’t wrapped
When its just us you don't bother hiding it
And i'm the only one who still drinks coffee
Melanie Jackson
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Melanie Jackson  17/F/corning ny
(17/F/corning ny)   
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