Sitting in this coffee house,
the harsh smells of the course beans
burn my nostrils.
The busy people rush and blur around me.
Yet I remain calm.
These coffee house people
fade and intertwine.
These coffee house people
are a figment of my imagination.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 5:34 AM UTC
Sitting in this coffee house,
the harsh smells of the course beans
burn my nostrils.
The busy people rush and blur around me.
Yet I remain calm.
These coffee house people
fade and intertwine.
These coffee house people
are a figment of my imagination.
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