Using my lips as a straw
I encourage the coffee
Inside me
The coffee doesn't need much
Encouragement having lain
In wait for this moment
His entire life
I'd like to raise a toast
Raise the roof
Wait for the dough to rise
Wait for the proof
I'd like to make a toast
Raise of misspelt sunlight
Rising early with the ****
Rising for the joy
Pure joy
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
Using my lips as a straw
I encourage the coffee
Inside me
The coffee doesn't need much
Encouragement having lain
In wait for this moment
His entire life
I'd like to raise a toast
Raise the roof
Wait for the dough to rise
Wait for the proof
I'd like to make a toast
Raise of misspelt sunlight
Rising early with the ****
Rising for the joy
Pure joy
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