these are coffee mornings again
filled with the bitter-sweet
the sweet-bitter
filled with the bitter-sweet
the sweet-bitter
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a nostalgic moment
ReplyDeleteis like an ordinary morning
i hear clock ticking
eyes to nowhere
but in my mind
it hunts me like a roaring thunder
in a cold stormy night.
your words are wonderful.
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