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lunagrimm
lunagrimmJust an ordinary space kid.
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A poem of a soul and his relationship with a woman and coffee.

Spilt Coffee

by LunaGrimm

Her hair was always strewn about, and the light brown locks were very much like spilt coffee.

Though the way her eyes were dark and beautiful like the night sky, they looked much like her favorite; black coffee.

He was never fond of black coffee, but he loved the way her eyes felt when they were piercing through his.

He hated wasting coffee, but loved the way her hair looked like the 4th or 5th cup he would spill at 4 in the morning.

The ways it would keep his mind busy were the ways his mind were keeping awake for nights on in.

Soaked in coffee, he was never able to bring himself to rid the pictures of her that she'd leave in his room.

A cup was always spilt in the corner of the room, and resembled a woman with hair like spilt coffee and eyes like a black roast.

9 months later, she showed up with coffee, and he was back to his sleepless nights again.

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