Cloudy forms float around my gourmet coffee.
It's not a dark brown today, but a pretty toffee.
The off-white structures are somewhat strange.
The large crescents remind me of a map range.
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What in the world would my coffee be sectioning off?
Surely, it's nothing at which I would scoff.
Coffee wakes the mind and fills my cup.
Though it would be a strange way to divide things up.
Perhaps the cloudy sections are my dreams. And the brown contains all within reality's seams.
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Three bows rest at the top of my large mug.
The type a fairy tale archer would use on a thug.
I prefer this imagery as a Brother's Grimm fan.
I'm aiming for my poetry to travel a large span.
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Grains of Graphite Book 1
PoetryGrains of Graphite is a North American poetry collection focusing on a wide range of emotions, many of which are intimate.
