a thick and heavy red

rattle rattle rattle goes
the naked fridge. the bass lingers

the percussion crashes
and the breeze slides in

cutting the coffee-rich air
with a bite, and a lick

to soften the blow
of your sweetest absence.

there is a beautiful pink-haired
maiden to my right, and to my

left a dark, sultry brunette,
although, who would know?

the yellow glow of this
environment frames delicious

and the citrus bites my tongue
before I turn to my work,

whilst the white fog moves above
outside, and the tree glistens with

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