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The clock strikes at 2 pm, While you stare blankly at the coffee half empty, You watched the water vapour formed into thin cloud, Vanished into thin air as time slipped away. The conversations in a cozy cafe became louder, Everyone's conversations became part of unnecessary music in your ears. They sang about life's trouble, Questioned the whereabouts of their food, Pounded if they should get a dessert. And then, it went to silence again. Your gaze drifted off, Back to your troubled mind, And suddenly you heard them again.
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Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
Conversations on a Sunday brunch
The clock strikes at 2 pm, While you stare blankly at the coffee half empty, You watched the water vapour formed into thin cloud, Vanished into thin air as time slipped away. The conversations in a cozy cafe became louder, Everyone's conversations became part of unnecessary music in your ears. They sang about life's trouble, Questioned the whereabouts of their food, Pounded if they should get a dessert. And then, it went to silence again. Your gaze drifted off, Back to your troubled mind, And suddenly you heard them again.
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Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
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