Over Tea and Coffee
the air
If blue is the right colour
she eyes honestly blonde
in dissection of relation
the alpine purification.
after
It’s xtc
over a candle
a low table
two cups of coffee
honestly
Mind: did she add sugar,
wasn’t the milk half sour?
It looked okay we think
two platonic units.
poetic
Claims so mystically with you
lays a hair tween b&w
the sheath and the blank weapon
as the highest rule is blunt.
simply
I search the words
and still love my love.
I drink it black
As I like it.
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