Black
When it's hot and steamy
In a cup
We like that stuff,
Coffee.
It soothes us,
Lifts our spirits,
Clears our minds
Provides a gazing pool at times.
Black
When it's cold and empty
In my chest
You step away
Fear or something like that in your
eyes
It beats without feeling,
It echos in the cavity of my chest,
My mind fills with growing shadows,
Nothing reflects.
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