Coffee - Sylvan Esso by Ainsley

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Feb 2017

I know my words will dry upon the skin
Just like a name I remember hearing
Wild winter, warm coffee
Mom's gone, do you love me?
Blazing summer, cold coffee

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Ainsley Kansas

(Kansas)

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