' The sun shines through the dusty windows onto the cluttered tables,
And Upon tired faces, searchin for awakening, a caffine clarity.
The hissing of the machines and anonymous chatter mask the street noice as the door opens wide,
I starte before me at a picture so perfect, hair golden, like the sun. A body so devine you can only pause and admire. Time stands still....
I sip my cofee.'
I'll Be Talkin To Ya xx
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