Madness
Of mornings that resound
In my coffee cup
Cold
The lips
Chapped
On the frozen window
Stick to each other
Stay stuck
Now
Only my reflection remains
Disappearing
Under the mist of your breath
But you do not draw
No heart
About the Creator
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