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No matter how the bubbles eddied,
They kept on spinning….
No matter where the steam wanna float toward,
They went on moving….
A sip of coffee white,
Pefected this moment
And really set me free.
Looking up at the blue sky,
My hear turned the same colour.
As the heat touched my lips,
Slightly bitter began spreading through my whole mind
Little by little,anyway
My first taste of Cappoccino turned to be a surreal experiece
With the warmth holding in my palm,
Nothing from nothing
Cappoccino,
Could it know?
Could he know?
Could she know? |
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