her coffee


HER COFFEE IS GETTING COLD AS SHE WAITS FOR HIM TO MISS HER, WHILE HIS CIGARETTES ARE RUNNING ONE AFTER ANOTHER, TRYING TO FORGET HER.




                                                and she 

maintain that one strong cup of coffee, a day to remember


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