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Caffeine Holiday

How many cups of coffee did you have today? 
I had 3. 

The first cup regards the weather
Of morning commutes and things to ponder
A day of inquiries and piles of paper
Taking up some space and breathing after 

The second cup has a strong taste
Like a friend's face that holds up a tear
An afternoon of task lists and haste
Moving forward and still, breathing after 

The third cup is a dreamy cosmos
Of collecting stars and earning scores
The blend rings a reminder of tomorrow
Breathing still and palpitating more 

And if the dark sky makes the night cold
Another cup, another story must unfold
I'll ask "How many cups of coffee did you have today?"
I mean, "How do you gauge your day?"
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