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Cold Coffee

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A swirl of brown,
Glaring at me through
Its skeptic cold eyes
Of hazel brown;
The soft sugar rests
At the bottom
Sweetening the bitter taste
But before I can get to it
I must break the top layer;
It’s vibes are cold

And alien
But I stick around
Even through the
Frozen pool
That used to be able to keep me so warm
But I left it sitting alone
My life is like a cup of cold coffee
Should I pour it down the drain?





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