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Crying In My Coffee
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Pain/Ilness I sat leaning over my cup
hands curled around its sides
to catch the warmth
tears of frustration, pain
made their way down my cheeks
I heard a tiny drop fall with
a little splashing drip
into my coffee
rippling the flat mocha colored surface
it made me grin at the irony...
I can't even cry in a beer
thanks to all the medications I must take.
