We both hid from the odor
of bitter almonds
like children from punishment
like water from oil
And
when we have our cup of coffee
the black goes
endless and
deep
What could be more miraculous than that?
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
We both hid from the odor
of bitter almonds
like children from punishment
like water from oil
And
when we have our cup of coffee
the black goes
endless and
deep
What could be more miraculous than that?
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