DAY 17 | Coffee

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DAY 17 | Coffee

As the rain seeps through seams of my window,
I held the warm cup of coffee in my hands,
My dreary eyes following the movement of my fingers,
Splayed over the words that seem to give life.
The aroma filled my senses,
And the words watered my soul.

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