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Moments When
I want to forget about you when I stroll down the street she parts her hair with her left hand the way you did the way we laughed she chuckled sounded like you again I want to forget about you yet every time I see a bicycle I want to watch you ride in front…
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Writing Coffee
It’s early morning I can glance. The tables dry and clean And just two newspapers Lie at the counter Barely unfurled by any intellect’s Grasp In my thoughts This cafe is old memory. I’ve seen the sunlight Break through polished glass So many times before.…