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Cold Coffee Before Dawn
The cup rests on the table,
steam long gone, a whisper lost.
Echoes of children playing hide and seek,
linger in the corners of the room,
as if time forgot to pass.I sip the silence,
letting the coolness settle in.
Memories drift like autumn leaves,
unresolved, yet strangely comforting,
in their quiet persistence.The …