There is salt in my coffee
A sea shed by my eyes
Banished into my cup
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You are the swirls of cream on my coffee cup
A taste that lingers on my toungue
Soft traces of whiteness
A memory
on
my lips
Of
yours
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Less Than A Century
PoésieA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
