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Oct 2019
is it just me
or is there a splash of magic in
sipping hot coffee
feeling the chill under my skin

distant voices see
the slightest burn to my tongue
cross legged I be
alone to hear melodious words sung
i love sitting in cafe's by myself, whether it is to read, work or simply sit and observe. it feels magical.
Written by
Kryptonite  22/F/Malaysia
(22/F/Malaysia)   
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