Bzzz.
Clank.
Brrr.
Clink.
Mellow lights.
Fizzy lattes.
Distant chatters.
Bell chimes.
Her lips.
The slightest curvature.
Insuppressable joy.
What is there to worry about?
Her eyes.
Make the sun look like a street light.
A gander like that of a panther when preying.
Does her desire match mines?
Coffee house madness.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
Bzzz.
Clank.
Brrr.
Clink.
Mellow lights.
Fizzy lattes.
Distant chatters.
Bell chimes.
Her lips.
The slightest curvature.
Insuppressable joy.
What is there to worry about?
Her eyes.
Make the sun look like a street light.
A gander like that of a panther when preying.
Does her desire match mines?
Coffee house madness.
Her.
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