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Nov 2013
When they come to me to tell me about their love
broken fresh;
I just listen
sipping Cappuccino
with the taste that lingers long.

Then I sip again
before the last taste fades away.
You don't really know when exactly does it end.
The sip and fading away blend so natural.

You fall for someoone
and when it's fading away
you sip again.

The tastebud is ever so busy
Coffee makes you alive
so does love

maybe it's not about
the person you love,
it's just about love.
Agentorange
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