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She sits there by the window Her coffee keeps her warm, With her books and study papers Sheltered from the storm. Dressed in winter colors Sweatshirt dark and denim jeans, Comfort found in simple threads Where complexity convenes. Steam rising from her coffee cup Casts a shadow on the glass, It shades the pure reflection Of such a pretty lass. She sits there by the window Gazing out beyond the storm, Her coffee cup is empty now Her body finally warm.
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 12:23 AM UTC
Winter Colors
She sits there by the window Her coffee keeps her warm, With her books and study papers Sheltered from the storm. Dressed in winter colors Sweatshirt dark and denim jeans, Comfort found in simple threads Where complexity convenes. Steam rising from her coffee cup Casts a shadow on the glass, It shades the pure reflection Of such a pretty lass. She sits there by the window Gazing out beyond the storm, Her coffee cup is empty now Her body finally warm.
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 12:23 AM UTC
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