Levels of happiness changes over time
and so does the recipe, just like
maggie, you know...
on somedays the spices
and on the other, the veggies
on some nights the cheese
and on the others, the sauces.
I might be swimming
in the waters of sorrow,
with happiness turning cold at the shores
just like coffee, you know...
bitter and sweet, some milk with a treat
waiting to sip it in,
just before it turns cold.
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