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Good to the Last Drop (Free verse) by Bonehiss Swirling wisps
Of smoke and ash,
Evidence of my fury,
Float high in cerulean sky.
High above the evergreens,
And then vanish
Into the crisp morning air,
In but a mere sliver
Of measured time,
To chase your spirit,
As I stare into the fire.
Transfixed.
Thinking of you,
And what I've done.
Drinking coffee.
Black, bitter, and strong.
As perfect as my hate.
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