Coffee Shop (version 1.0)A Poem by bparksipping past the soft cream while my eyes watch this window and the drifts that carry the bitter snow effortlessly past us.sipping past the soft cream while my eyes watch this window and the drifts that carry the bitter snow effortlessly past us.
philosophies, arguments, theories. it's the same every night, that's why we all come back.
as we all lend a feigned ear and give it what we want it to need.
and leave this place to take back these morbid streets? who will save us?
I'm enjoying this decaf-latte far too much. © 2014 bparkAuthor's Note
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