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Mar 2016
Sometimes
The price of one coffee
In the lobby of the art museum
Is worth just being seen by
You

The art itself is tastefully
Bland
But you pop from the desk,
Into my eyes
And into my
Soul.

You are the masterpiece of the museum
And when I sit down with my coffee
There isn't a painting in the building I'd rather be
Sitting in front of.
L W D
Written by
L W D  28/M/USA
(28/M/USA)   
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