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Just another poem during Wee Hours

Leafing through the pages
words cram the sheet,

my eyes
seek for more

letters,
fragments
and punctuations

slowly,
i flip the pages

but suddenly
i pause

to stir
my coffee

seated 
beside me

cold
and dead.



COPYRIGHTED MARCH 2008



















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