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Dec 2010
the world is all in this cold coffee cup
bathed in the light of an artificial sun
surrounded by dust-fleck stars.

and i could sit and watch this universe tilt for days
oblivious to the wider world,

but i am starting to think we are all oblivious to a wider world,

we're all so caught up
flecks of dust in a coffee cup.
Written by
Elise
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