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Nov 2014
Won't you come here love?
I want your lips pressed against mine;
I want you to be the
first sweet thing I taste.
The dose of caffeine
I desperately need upon the rising sun,
the jolt to get me through my day.
The one thing that proves to me;
I don't really need coffee.
-JRM
Jaimi M
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Jaimi M
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