xix. ballad of a broken heart

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She was made of coffee
Someone, so strong and sweet
Sipping through the cup
But all I taste is bittersweet
Oh, how I miss her taste
And for sometime
I just wish, a very sad wish
Of her, here with me
Swallowing the strangest feeling
A thought of her
—coming back to me.

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