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COFFEE FOR YOUR HEAD.
<p><span style="background-color: transparent;">The coffee is cold again.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"><br/></span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">Outside,</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">the rain rehearses</span></p><p>the same conversation</p><p>it has with the earth</p><p>every July—</p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">fall,</span></p><p>break,</p><p>become</p><p>something beautiful.</p><p><br/></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">I wish people</span></p><p>worked that way.</p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"><br/></span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">Instead,</span></p><p><br/></p><p>we grow</p><p>like abandoned buildings,</p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"><br/></span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">our windows</span></p><p>remembering</p><p>the light</p><p>better than we do.</p><p><br/></p><p>Mother says</p><p>the sky is God's canvas.</p><p><br/></p><p>I only see</p><p>another place</p><p>where blue</p><p>pretends</p><p>it has never met</p><p>darkness.</p><p><br/></p><p>There are boys</p><p>who wear laughter</p><p>like borrowed clothes.</p><p><br/></p><p>Girls</p><p>who braid galaxies</p><p>into their hair</p><p>because stars</p><p>are easier to carry</p><p>than expectations.</p><p><br/></p><p>Somewhere,</p><p>Lagos is still awake.</p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"><br/></span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">Somewhere,</span></p><p>New York</p><p>is swallowing another dream.</p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"><br/></span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">Somewhere,</span></p><p>a song escapes</p><p>a pair of cheap earphones</p><p><br/></p><p>and for three minutes,</p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">nobody wants to die.</span></p><p><br/></p><p>The tree</p><p>doesn't ask</p><p>why storms come.</p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"><br/></span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">It simply learns</span></p><p>another way</p><p>to stand.</p><p><br/></p><p>The river</p><p>never apologizes</p><p>for leaving.</p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"><br/></span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">It knows</span></p><p>every ocean</p><p>was once</p><p>a lonely decision.</p><p><br/></p><p>Maybe</p><p>that's what growing up is- </p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;"><br/></span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">discovering</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">that survival</span></p><p>is less like fire</p><p><br/></p><p>and more like moss,</p><p><br/></p><p>quietly</p><p>covering</p><p>the places</p><p>that once bled.</p><p><br/></p><p>Tonight,</p><p><br/></p><p>the moon hangs</p><p>above the rooftops</p><p><br/></p><p>like a cracked porcelain cup,</p><p><br/></p><p>still holding</p><p>enough light</p><p><br/></p><p>for those</p><p>walking home</p><p>with heavy hearts.</p><p><br/></p><p>So I drink</p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">not for the caffeine,</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">but for the illusion</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">that warmth</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">can still find</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">its way</span></p><p><span style="background-color: transparent;">into trembling hands.</span></p>
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