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i know every corner in this place -- from house-made mocha the pastel pastries and speckled mugs to the weight of the space you take behind the counter your fingers brush mine steam on styrofoam and a smile so soft -- all espresso eyes and smooth jazz the grind of the beans and your laugh: my soundtrack it's the coffee bringing me to this place, it's the caffeine that makes me shake, it can't be your brown eyes keeping me awake
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 2:26 PM UTC
coffee and cream
i know every corner in this place -- from house-made mocha the pastel pastries and speckled mugs to the weight of the space you take behind the counter your fingers brush mine steam on styrofoam and a smile so soft -- all espresso eyes and smooth jazz the grind of the beans and your laugh: my soundtrack it's the coffee bringing me to this place, it's the caffeine that makes me shake, it can't be your brown eyes keeping me awake
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 2:26 PM UTC
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