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Sep 2015
I love my coffee during the rise,
while I get my smoke on.
When my blinds are closed.
Only if I could wake up one day
seeing you in night clothes and staying late with me.
And we wake up with coffee.
though, its very depressing.
You can't drink coffee.
Only if you could drink with me.
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   GaryFairy
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