Poetry: A Cup of Coffee

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To the boy, I saw in the corner of the hopeless dream, where the clouds become a snowdrop, and the sun began to cry.
I'm dying all night long; clutching the hopes, cursing the way that I thought it would be.

Yet, it all becomes nothing:
I'm a cup of coffee, that broke into pieces.

March 11, 2020

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