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[28 Mar 2006|02:10pm] |
the whipped cream has melted
the whiteness broken by the
rivers of coffee which
streams against the glass
cold with condensation
small bubbles forming
and with a quick couple swirls
with the straw, it all is
smoothed and blended in a
color i can not name
it has now been exactly twenty four hours
it is like a bite from a whip
which only had stung at first
but now burns, long after the lash had since fallen
they can not break me
i will not fall
i will remain standing
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