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You can't pour from an empty cup they say,
so I fill my cup with coffee
during the start of the day.
My confession
is that it’s a little obsession,
espresso with its
warm, earth-like feel.
Steamed milk swirls,
as I pour it into the cup,
watching it dance,
while I fill it up.
with a flick of the wrist,
I end with a heart,
made of latte art.
About the Creator
Anon
Practicing my writing - mainly poetry
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