Morning milk coffee.
Warm cup I draw toward my lips.
Sweet and almost smooth if not for the hint of bitter.
The first sip relaxes my gums and heats the inner sides of my cheeks.
Confessing it´s mild flavour to my tongue.
Milk coffee.
Usually I take it black, today it´s white and wet.
Like the sunday morning sky.
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