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Apr 2014
I grasp the mug with both hands
and inhale the sweet aroma
of my morning coffee.
I can almost smell the energy.
I bring it to my lips.
As it runs down my throat,
leaving a sweet taste on my tongue,
the warmth fills my whole body.
And as I hold the mug in my hands
it almost feels like he's there.
Graced Lightning
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Graced Lightning  NYC//DTX
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