to my nose
and sniff at the cream.
still good?
perhaps, who knows.
i shake it up,
then pour
it into coffee, it swirls
it puddles.
it separates.
it seems to have
a mind all its own.
oh well, i drink
the cup.
it won't kill me,
i suppose.
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