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Thick hair shaping a bun rests on her head,
Frantically shuffling, brewing, and pouring.
I watch her as the corners of her mouth curve,
Perplexed am I by the beauty behind the bar.

Lifting her head in a midst of her coffee frenzy,
She peers in my direction with her metallic green eyes.
It was right then I forgot everything I had known,
All that mattered, was this beautiful barista.

— The End —