Afternoons of forsaken thoughts
Residues collected in siestas
Sluggishly recollected as the milk boils,
To the aroma of instant coffee.
Returning to the earth
of highly fissured existence
A body full of cracks and tears
Stuck together with glue of hope.
Smiles return with awakened faculties.
In the joy of simply living.
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