january : 2nd.
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the coco - crumbs land gingerly
on the velvet foam you had formed
so perfect ─
milk and caffeine interlaced
and synced in exquisite fashion.
it's just another new year darling,
you breathe fresh oxygen
yearning to be a part of
the grandiosity ─
and i asphyxiate.
you're still elaborating the latte art
but my mind's still foggy,
and i'm as cold ─
as the zephyr outside.
you insist me to sip
on the styrofoam cup,
and god! do i feel the rush ─
of dopamine in my system
it's thawing my heart :
not you, the coffee.
── addiction.
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a/n : i'm looking for a barista!
(just kidding) <3
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paracosm | ✓
Poetrybut you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth, filled with words that have died on my lips. © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved [ a poetry collection ]
