Coffee's turnin' cold,
cigarette's burning itself out,
air seeps through the cracks
in the window.
Take a sip,
take a sip.
Put out the cigarette,
light another,
look at the girls'
pretty faces.
Is it love?
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Coffee's Turnin' Cold
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