Coffee

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Cloudy forms float around my gourmet coffee. 

It's not a dark brown today, but a pretty toffee. 

The off-white structures are somewhat strange. 

The large crescents remind me of a map range.

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What in the world would my coffee be sectioning off? 

Surely, it's nothing at which I would scoff. 

Coffee wakes the mind and fills my cup. 

Though it would be a strange way to divide things up. 

Perhaps the cloudy sections are my dreams. And the brown contains all within reality's seams.

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Three bows rest at the top of my large mug. 

The type a fairy tale archer would use on a thug. 

I prefer this imagery as a Brother's Grimm fan. 

I'm aiming for my poetry to travel a large span.



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