coffee

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in an antagonistic dream [refined]
between time and space [quoted]
a coffee's steam has slid furtively
to one of my anesthetized shades

1stly, it combed my untamed spirit 
2ndly, it woke my naughty smile
3rdly, it adjusted my breath to [his]
[all the others came naturally…]

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