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My Precious Addiction
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Poems from my Teenage Years Today I saw you,
Carrying my coffee cup.
Once half full,
Until you drank it all up.
Our Precious addiction,
for a simple morning comfort.
While, you carry,
A spilled cup of loyalty,
and my lingering heart.
I keep you up all night,
and your mind will never rest.
Boy, you carried my coffee cup,
that metallic shade of green,
And yet, you walk right by me,
you always were so scene...
