Coffee
with cream that races through my veins, doesn’t seem to help my sleepy eyes,
On
the early morning skies.
Faint
light streaming in through cracks in the blinds,
Forgetting
to start the day, and wake up my mind.
Everything
seems better after my
Everyday
coffee.
White,
tiny, little snowflakes clinging to my windshield
In
my bones I know
That
winter
Has
finally arrived.
Cringing
to the cold blast of wind that seems to
Rattle
my bones and
Eat
away
At
the warmth that was once in
My
body. 
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