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April 02, 2007

A Poem About Coffee While Desperately in Need of That Particular Substance

O coffee, my friend
You sit in my cup, and shimmer
You taste like awake
You are a cylinder of alertness
I climb your mountain of hello each day
Let’s hug


posted at 02:40 PM | find it forever




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