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When they come to me to tell me about their love broken fresh; I just listen sipping Cappuccino with the taste that lingers long. Then I sip again before the last taste fades away. You don't really know when exactly does it end. The sip and fading away blend so natural. You fall for someoone and when it's fading away you sip again. The tastebud is ever so busy Coffee makes you alive so does love maybe it's not about the person you love, it's just about love.
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Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
just about love.
When they come to me to tell me about their love broken fresh; I just listen sipping Cappuccino with the taste that lingers long. Then I sip again before the last taste fades away. You don't really know when exactly does it end. The sip and fading away blend so natural. You fall for someoone and when it's fading away you sip again. The tastebud is ever so busy Coffee makes you alive so does love maybe it's not about the person you love, it's just about love.
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Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
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