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Sep 2010
In the bottom of my coffee cup,
It holds no coffee,
No tea.
No, not for me.
It holds something more,
A memory.
A smile shared,
A tear cried,
A hug felt
For all time.
In the bottom of my coffee cup,
There is no you,
No me.
Only us.
What is,
Was,
And is to be.
SJ Stine
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SJ Stine
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