there stood a quaint little refuge
where i found solace from
the bustling, noisy nightmare
of following one's dreams
in a place they cannot be hatchedthey served the best coffee
in the world. made with love,
just like how i preferred mine —
a distinct blend of aromas and flavors
evidently distant from each other
but worked quite comfortably
in one another's midst.
does that ring a bell?there i met you.
there you broke my heart.
there i found my healing,
within myself and within
the strong wake-up call
of bitter black coffee in the
humble beginnings of daybreak.- 3/15/18
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Catharsis | On Hold
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