two a.m coffee
repeated shows on tv
the same stories
the old memories
faded pieces of herstory
memories once shared
now belonged to the ignorant night
tears and agony
blended in her coffee
coarse, black, bitterly honest
repetition of thought
went on smoldering for years
deeply buried beneath her fears
twas the time for her
to avow her thought
before another pot
of sorrow
be poured in to her tomorrow's show
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