One day, she woke up
never for a good reason
everything changes
decidedly, cup
after cup of black coffee
yet, as each season
shifts and exchanges
heat for cold and back again
each sheet of toffee
shattered and broken
holds sweetness in each morsel
every unspoken
word, how Nita fell
on hard times, as if to feign
kisses and bear hugs
empty promises
undermines her provinces
projects words at slugs
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