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Absinthe, Chess And The Aftertaste
A memory of a couple of days ago
Still makes chills run down my spine
Though not present anymore
I wish to believe they are to return
A walk through wilderness
Would not go there with others
A cup of black coffee on the bench
Jukebox melodies were uplifting the mood
Absinthe so smoothing
Heart like a thrilling drum beat
Two shots and a chess board
I thank you for your patience
A cigarette lit way
Through a late night walk
Then cinnamon scent
And the aftertaste on your lips
Not only the touch, but the blue eyes too
Ocean deep voice leading the rhythm of the night
I hoped the moment would last, but the alarm rang
I wonder if this reflection is to reappear.
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