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ORDINARY
Morning salutations
Behind a face of smoke
Black coffee, now lukewarm
Rests in front of me
I sit, gently twisting the cup
To vacantly gaze at the swirls
I wonder if he made it
Through the night
But I've not yet
Received the message
For now, and up until that point
It's just another ordinary day
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