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Her bright yellow jackals, who bray in alarm,
holding cradles of mud in their cold, metal maws;
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I stayed at the spot, where she reads and she writes, and she knows that my breath is infected with death
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Werden nur die Kaffeemaschinen vollautomatischer? Ich finde nicht.
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frothy liquid smoothes down my exasperated
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unfiltered coffee always makes me feel a bit
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by Sir Love Coffin
40 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 22 6:00 AM. In Lyrics, Adult, Dark, Thoughts, Metal, Coffee, Personal, Goth Rock, Anti-God
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Your kisses are all the wishes that my heart desires
Your smile touches all my darkness inside to go dim
by Sir Love Coffin
21 lines,
on Sep 22 5:07 AM. In Lyrics, Love, Personal, Nature, Spiritual, Hope, Life, Pop Rock, Goth Rock, Coffee
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I met my love
On an Friday evening
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by Sir Love Coffin
32 lines,
on Sep 21 12:55 AM. In Lyrics, Love, Adult, Dark, Goth, Pop Rock, Coffee, Depression, Isolation, Personal
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by Sir Love Coffin
50 lines,
on Sep 20 3:34 AM. In Lyrics, Adult, Dark, Personal, Nature, Marijuana, POT, StONEd, Drugs, Coffee
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Coffee is my voice,. it
Kicks off the day just right
Starsbucks is my drug of choice
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Gotta love morning Coffee
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I want a Mocha java,
I’ll drink a Marrakech.
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From dawn to dark
my coffee pot is full
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I inhale that perfectly brewed scent,
And sip just a little, oh so much it meant.
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Flipping it over, the soft sound of the bending edges tumbling head over heels on the mahogany table top.
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Pour me a bottle from your bubbling glass chalice,
Bring me a vial of the root and the stem.
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If there was a Starbucks in Baghdad...
The world would be better off
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Serve magical grail, upon my tray,
Heady voyage through steaming latte;
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Whenever I’m invited round,
For a mid-afternoon chat...
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heavy eyes open
too early for conversation
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The Smell of coffee swirls through the air
And I think back on the good times we shared
by Beverlique
14 lines, 8 comments,
on Sep 10 9:13 PM 2007. In friend, friends, coffee, smell, young, math, survive, fondest, Love, Life
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