The Coffee Pot
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Sheena Blackhall
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The apple sits neglected in a corner
Madame Dubois has left
The faintest smear of lipstick on the glass.
The grounds in the coffee cup linger
Dark and strong
A liquid breakfast
Hardly worth crumpling the napkin
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş