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I lost myself in the stories in the newspapers, and the coffee he poured me because he thought I needed something, but I did not order a thing. I lost myself in the fuschia flower in her hair, over her left ear, but, my left ear didnt have a flower, and, come to think of it, it probably never would. I drank my coffee, black, because I didn't know any better, and watched the lovers fight over buttered crossiants and cinammon lattes with whipped cream and chocolate syrup. My knuckles felt like typewriters, but, for once in my life I wasn't writing. I was hardly thinking, I was hardly speaking even. I lost myself in the low music and guitar coming from inside the cafe because, unlike me, it was beautiful and soft, and lovely. He poured me more coffee even though I didnt want it, and, gave me a crossiant, "on the house." Who would think to give, an observer something lovely? But I had accepted it because mother always said "be kind." I lost myself in silver eyes, or, were they golden? I hardly remember but I lost myself in them. And I didn't know why. I fell in love at a coffee shop where, I counted change, like quarters and dimes and anything to give him something worth keeping. I fell in at a coffee shop because life was beautiful and people didn't know me here at all so, they couldn't follow me home.
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
Falling in love at a Coffee Shop
I lost myself in the stories in the newspapers, and the coffee he poured me because he thought I needed something, but I did not order a thing. I lost myself in the fuschia flower in her hair, over her left ear, but, my left ear didnt have a flower, and, come to think of it, it probably never would. I drank my coffee, black, because I didn't know any better, and watched the lovers fight over buttered crossiants and cinammon lattes with whipped cream and chocolate syrup. My knuckles felt like typewriters, but, for once in my life I wasn't writing. I was hardly thinking, I was hardly speaking even. I lost myself in the low music and guitar coming from inside the cafe because, unlike me, it was beautiful and soft, and lovely. He poured me more coffee even though I didnt want it, and, gave me a crossiant, "on the house." Who would think to give, an observer something lovely? But I had accepted it because mother always said "be kind." I lost myself in silver eyes, or, were they golden? I hardly remember but I lost myself in them. And I didn't know why. I fell in love at a coffee shop where, I counted change, like quarters and dimes and anything to give him something worth keeping. I fell in at a coffee shop because life was beautiful and people didn't know me here at all so, they couldn't follow me home.
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Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
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