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The smell of fresh coffee permeates the morning air
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The bacon is crisp, the eggs are scrambled and the toast is
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I sit in the antiseptic brightness while my family still dreams
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The crimson puddle grows larger at my feet
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The early morning world goes dark as the life drains from me
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I think the coffee is done
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- by Rayney Daze |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/03/2008 |
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- Title: Mourning Coffee
- Artist: Rayney Daze
- Description: A poem that came to me one morning while making breakfast. Yes it is morbid, no I am not suicidal or emo, just morbid.
- Date: 09/03/2008
- Tags: mourning coffee
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