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Coffee Shop

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Cold, I pull my coat to me,
near the place where we started

A shelter for my thoughts

I pass almost daily

 

Your cure for a hardness of the heart,

still the compass of my affection,

became lyrics I couldn’t improve upon
 

◄ Strays

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