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"Cinnamon-Orange"

It's the Cinnamon-Orange spice (decaf)
that's keeping me sane tonight.

Because when it's in my nostrils
trickling down my throat
claiming my senses
you aren't.

The mug's nice, too, good handle, good rim.
I watch the liquids whirl
I'm just not thinking about you.

I'm not remembering 
the way you held me
the way you felt
the words you said
I'm not.

And it's the Cinnamon-Orange spice (decaf)
that's keeping me sane tonight

Author:
"Sdoic"
A writer at Spyder's Poetry Empire^®