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It is the weekend and with my coffee I battle the bitter solitude.  Alone I fight the cold of January.  The bitter taste of afternoon coffee hits my tongue.  I recoil a little then pause to think.  Just exactly what is it that made things go astray?  I con myself into thinking that things are not so bad.  I delude myself into thinking that things one day will get better.  The coffee has been sitting in the pot for many hours.  It is a bit rancid.  I add more sugar but that works as well as throwing cologne over an unbathed body.  I cringe at the taste and yet I continue to consume.  I somehow feel I need that java to wake me up and fire my soul.

Creatures of habit

we cling fast to ritual

await caffeine kick

wide eyed moment elusive

struggling with full consciousness

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