mug hugs

yesterday was this packet hot chocolate

the kind that has to sit for a while before being sipped

but then you forget and leave it to taste like tap water with one too few sugar spoons

still i wanted myself in the brown of that chocolate

let it at least warm the cold tips of my fingers that refuse touch

and perhaps i’ll melt again

the weather wasn’t even the hot chocolate kind

but the circles looked happy

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