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Cups of coffee,
Spilling their content,
All over my dreams,
Suger coated,
Brown shit,
That is not half as strong,
As it appeared to be,
Cups of coffee,
Spilling their energy,
Right besides me,
Where nothing ever happens,
And the sky,
Is trying to paint,
Only so many colours,
That it turn out to be,
More or less brown,
Cups of coffee,
Spilling their content,
All over my dreams,
Stealing the meaning,
Of my unwoken discoveries,
Yet when I wake,
I dream more then ever,
Inside the content,
Of my coffee cups.

Coffee, coffee, coffee