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Sep 2010
you chilled my coffee,
glaring at me so
while i told you the truth that's dwelled
and yes, indeed swelled within me
for i'd say months.
as i sip the bitterly cold cup
and watch you break down and beg
how pitiful, i think
for this coffee was expensive
Natasha Yount
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Natasha Yount
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