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Here’s a little poem I wrote, though underdeveloped. I call it “Coffee”.

A caffeinated catalyst, to open one’s heart and eyes To get you through your day, and until your demise. We work today Until the time that we can lay. As dark water keeps flowing Nobody has the knowing That that day Could have always been yesterday.


A caffeinated catalyst, to open one’s heart and eyes
To get you through your day, and until your demise.
We work today
Until the time that we can lay.
As dark water keeps flowing
Nobody has the knowing
That that day
Could have always been yesterday.

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