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Having Breakfast IV

The scent of coffee brewing in the kitchen and I go and stand before the pot and watch the coffee drip into the pot awhile before taking a mug from the cupboard. I pour myself a cup and drink the scent of coffee and taste the black warmth trail down my through and warm my insides. I feel the black warmth trail my veins and head to my eyes and the black trail comes out like the tail of a string. I pull the string and the balloon head- I take a drink of coffee.

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