May 1, 2020
1 min read
Star-crossed struggle
A Poem
Coffee fuels
all-night talks
between lovers
running from the dawn
Sleep signals surrender
to a night
neither wish would
end
She laughs when
the steamy drink fogs
my glasses,
cupid painted blind
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