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The morning was awkward
Folder:
Coffee postulations He put the kettle on,
Though more than coffee was brewing
his cold eyes revealed a glint of retribution with the passing of the cup
i drank sipping slowly blowing the steam swirls
pretending the coffee wasn't hindered by the lump of anticipation growing in my throat
I looked up and found my self more alone than i had ever felt
his coffee unmade.
As the squealing wheels faded into the distance
The shadow of dread fell.
