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The coarseness of our conversations 
sandpapered the table into a lean, 
flipping cups like moods, 
as dark as the coffee we don’t drink. 
Lovely how those types of gifts, 
fettered holiday presents, 
sit miserably on the countertop, 
and we battle to see 
which one will toss it first, 
flirting with the only 
attention we pay to one another, 
ground and pulverized. 

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