Popped it's head out, ever so slightly
Inviting me to dive into the clear
And cloud my judgement to dreams anew
I have coffee and I mix these two
Sip a few and sit thinking of you
I think I forgot to add a few cubes of ice
Then I remember they melted long ago
The night was young, but it's long past gone
The sun at its azimuth , shining through
The birds create a ruckus at my window stall
I see your face on my freshly painted walls.
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