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Of coffee and poetry

By: anNa (School of Mechanical, Aerospace and Civil Eng.)
Competition Year: 2014
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I hold my coffee mug tightly
I took a sip from one second to the next
It was pitch black inside
As deep as what my thoughts had been

To search for the hidden poetry in your eyes
Is like scanning over scattered books
In large crowded bookstores

But love,
You're my source of pleasure
Physics can never explain the chemistry of you and I

Being so used to melancholia
Patiently I waited year by year

As the coffee ran dry
There were stains
Circling the insides of the mug

Thus, even if my feelings went dry
There will still be traces of them
Left, lingers in your heart
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