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  Dec 2018 sazlianahsam
ManxPoetryGuy
The boiling water
Sloshes around
In the mug,

Dissolving the coffee
grains into a
Pool of liquid luxury.

As the mug touches my lips,
Letting the bitter sweet
Coffee trickle into my mouth,

I remember how good,
Despite my problems,
I really have it in life.
It’s important to remember the little things in life.
  Dec 2018 sazlianahsam
theodosia
maybe a coffee would wake me up to face the reality
that you never chose me.

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