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Coffee Rich and dark Slowly spinning in a white cup, Therapeutic aromatherapy Creating a warm feeling Even sophisticated, A smell that sells houses Breakfast Sizzling, crackling into life Taste-buds still blurred From the grogginess of sleep, Bacon and eggs Like Morecambe and Wise An inseparable odd couple Newspaper Folded and re-folded Onto an article of vague interest, Words from another world Unimaginable, war torn, desolate, Colder than the rain-washed street Outside this café window Cigarette The first of the day Smouldering between yellowed Fingers moulded to its shape, Smoke slightly burning eyes That are awakening to Another fragment of life
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Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
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Coffee Rich and dark Slowly spinning in a white cup, Therapeutic aromatherapy Creating a warm feeling Even sophisticated, A smell that sells houses Breakfast Sizzling, crackling into life Taste-buds still blurred From the grogginess of sleep, Bacon and eggs Like Morecambe and Wise An inseparable odd couple Newspaper Folded and re-folded Onto an article of vague interest, Words from another world Unimaginable, war torn, desolate, Colder than the rain-washed street Outside this café window Cigarette The first of the day Smouldering between yellowed Fingers moulded to its shape, Smoke slightly burning eyes That are awakening to Another fragment of life
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nigdaw
60/M/Essex, UK.
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
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