coffee and writing.

I sit alone in this coffee shop

exchanging glances with my cup.

Staring at this computer screen,

who knows me more than most.

It’s seen my tears; heard my cries.

It knows my secrets, realizes my lies.

I sit behind this machine

and wonder..

who’s more of a person?

It or me?

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