coffee
Love is like coffee. Bitter sweet. The dark coffee with its tempting aroma. Irresistable.
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I wish you still working there. To have you serve me a cup of coffee. Your bitter sweet coffee. I look up to the sky, and asked “Why? Why Me?!”.
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Now for every seconds I eyed at the cafe, it ached my very poor lonely soul. For not able to take a glance of you anymore.
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I Love You So, My Coffee Girl.
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*It has nothin’ absolutely nothing to do with the dead or living. Just a fiction from the author*
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