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Dec 2013
You always smell like coffee
No matter how much time has passed between cups
That smell hangs on you like a cloak
It's a scent I use to loath
And now smile whenever it draws near
For I know that with that smell
    comes your warm embrace.
Morgan Hillhouse
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