In the absence of moon
the water is shrouded with powder black
sweet melted bitterness
as teasing spoon is self-regrounding
heart pounding, ankle aching
hair to hair
teeth to teeth
truth baffled with circumstances
psyche bowed to patience, peace
of mixed destiny and choices...
with the last drop of coffee,
It's most of all, Choices.
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